by Jack Plues
you to the life of denial you once regarded so highly and you must exist with open arms to welcome a new family of brothers and sisters that recognize you as their own.
If you steal just a moment from your wasting time and settle to listen with the innocence of the child that still resides somewhere within your heart, you will detect the speech between God’s angels, the mighty fanfare of golden trumpets that will extract your soul from its imprisonment of ruin and return your polluted spirit to its home amongst the light.
Remember, there is always a choice and I pray that my guidance and approach in this delicate yet important matter has not been heavy handed or overtly aggressive. If so, I shall shift blame to my friend and personal dramatist Jack and chide him incessantly for our failure to wrench open shored minds of souls that seem already half way down.
I bid you farewell and remind you that only you are the tailor of either your own salvation, or damnation!