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-My Marines Prayer

Dear Lord,
Before I close my eyes to sleep,
I pray thee, Lord, his soul to keep. Keep him here, safe and sound.
Keep his boots on American grounds.
Allow him trips to go back home.
Give us time for our love to grow.
But when the day comes, and we’re oceans apart,
Give him peace to calm his heart,
Give him sleep to ease his soul, and keep his eye on the goal.
Show him miracles throughout each day, so he knows that I am continuing to pray.
Surround him with angels and watch over his bed.
Keep him safe so his blood isn’t shed. Give him the strength to survive each day, knowing your grace is never far away.
Provide him with memories of me by his side, so he never once doubts that I remain SEMPER FI.
You see, Lord, this Marine is my friend, my love, my life… and I pray for the day that he calls me his wife.
I know he must first serve your purpose, so I sit and patiently wait… But if something happened to him let him enter your gates, because you see.. God, he is a selfless and sacrificing man, he’s already given so much for the people of this land.
My lips he can not kiss, and my arms he can not embrace, he sleeps alone in his rack in a bare and confined place.
He’s missed his mom’s cooking and the hugs from his nephews too,
This is why he is part of “THE PROUD AND THE FEW.”
So please reserve his pass, tell Peter to let him in.
He’s already gone through hell, don’t make him go again.
But please don’t take him from me yet, Iraq and heaven can wait.
I need to grow old with him, I want to join him at the gates.
Can’t you see dear Lord?
As true as it already seems, I can’t live my life… Not without my Marine. AMEN!

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An Ode to Coffee.

Oh, Sweet and darling dear,

Coffee, I hear you whisper in my ear.

When I wake, you darling drink,

You lift me up, help me to think.

When you are gone,

I start to long,

for more of you in my life.

You gentle thing,

you make me sing,

I want to make you my wife.

Coffee, Sweet Coffee, 

I know you don’t see,

How much you truly do mean to me. 

With one so strong,

Listen to my song,

Your heavenly taste,

I will embrace. 

An ode to Coffee, 

Darling dear, and sweet,

When I wake, I hope to meet.

-Jess Gatsby

*A sweet little poem someone wrote for me…..It’s always something a little sweeter about the next guy*

“Everytime I look at you my heart skips a beat, I wonder if you know that my heart is at your feet

I leave it there for you to do whatever that you wish, Youcould take my heart and love me or leave me in this bliss”

For the love of Books.

Oh how you save me,

in my time of need

When I am down,

you turn my frown,

into something worth to read.

You bring me places I don’t know,

you bring me wonders that are not shown,

Flying high up through the clouds,

Or tunneling low, under the ground.

You make me love so many men,

It makes me crazy now and then.

You give me faith when there is none,

You let me live, bring me fun. 

I’d search the earth through and through,

just to have a little more of you.

The fantasies that make me bleed,

like birds that skirt through the trees,

and feathers not to want the sun,

I love the words, “I’ve just begun.”

Through days and nights you hold me true,

there be not anything more beautiful than you.

-Jess Gatsby