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There is a faith, I find,
deep within my Soul.
It isn't a belief, deep seated
within a religious sect.
Praise be to God.
Praise be to thee.
Do you not understand,
you are now praising me?

My belief has been changed,
in so many ways.
Next time we speak
I'll bring you the praise

Hope springs eternal
but not for me.
No chance for improvement,
declining health for she.

What is happening
to this body of mine.
The nights are long
the Sun don't shine.

I don't understand,
what is happening to me,
for I don't believe
my mind is free.

I write me feelings
on my sleeve.
I do so without fear
of a reprieve.

If you care not
for the words I write,
it is OK, for there
is no wrong or right.

Small,
round,
wobbly,
its shape.
Chewing
on something,
stuck to
its thumb.
I became
apparent, it
was a
stick of gum.
It was tall
and spotted
with colors,
the likes
of a clown.
The merriest Soul
in this
World renown.

Please, don't run and hide.
I am lonely. It's me.
I mean no harm, let's walk.
I really need someone to
talk to about Life's stories of woe.
Will you please not say no?

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

You can take a subway ride to visit this observatory in Beijing, China but you won't find any telescopes there. Starting in the 1400s astronomers erected devices at the Beijing Ancient Observatory site to enable them to accurately measure and track the positions of naked-eye stars and planets. Some of the large, ornate astronomical instruments are still standing. You can even see stars from the star observation platform today, but now only the very brightest celestial beacons are visible against the city lights. In this time series of exposures from a camera fixed to a tripod to record graceful arcing startrails, the brightest trail is actually the Moon. Its broad arc is seen behind the ancient observatory's brass armillary sphere. Compare this picture from the Beijing Ancient Observatory taken in September 2023 to one taken in 1895.

Photo by Jeff Dai

I hope, I do not fall any further
into this depression, gripping me.
Think positive thoughts, you will find
the best part. Don't feel sorry for me.

My brain is fried
like a piece of burnt toast,
I need to pray to the lord
and the Holy Ghost.

Last night I espied
the moon in its glory.
Peeking through trees
jumbled up branches,
which breaks up the view.

Why does my mind,
have a memory of you"
Are you my light,
the brightest of stars?

No matter what happened,
I'll know who you are.
You are in Memory Care,
and my tears are at war.