Reaching Out To Love !

Reaching out to love, but I'm but a kid, so you say, so you say! But a kid, I kid you not, is a people too, is a people too!

My pet yet still, so you say, is but a dog, but a dog! But is a buddy too, is a buddy too, and we both don't like the likes of you, of you!

Reaching out to find your soul, making eye to eye contact, and even though I have eyes of contact lenses, of lesser sight yet still, than that of my dog, I call buddy too in name, but I have no shame of him as I do you, do you!

I more than wish, like lick-a-dee split, lick-a-dee split at times someone would lick on you, and not as my dog buddy so does on me, on me! I know someone though may have caused you to become as you have came to be, and the lick or hit doesn't come from only you, and you alone.

Soul unto soul, of not yours and yours alone, of not mine and mine alone yet too, not of my dogs as well. This sick-sick lick, I guess you mean to come on some good side of well. Where this well is, and if it is fit, to help you cope, then I'll accept the hit, that keeps you going for a time, but not until my eyes of soul or of the outer, go completely blind, with this eye to eye contact, you try to get the full share of, as unto mine, least my dogs!

Reaching out to love, so have all of we, in some good side of God odd way, to go beyond the hit of some nature or form, and yet stay just long enough there, willing to suffer to find out why as God's son did for us, when he died on the cross, or maybe for other reasons yet so too.

What is the song of love, without the suffering that comes of you, and becomes of you. You then make it even better of character, by caring enough to know through that suffering, to notice the sufferings of others to share in your so called love song, but not yours and yours alone.

God is all over and not even by the mention of his name, is he ever so near, and even closer at times, with his many graces. The egg-heads follow us, and don't hit us right off like the hit of the switch, but yet fear needs no paddle and no hit upon the flesh, to effect the heart.

The Easter Bunny may come as you, unto God in the eyes of a child. Are you someone’s Easter Bunny of soul? The heart runs from the cat's purr, and the soft hit against thy leg of hearts soul. Are you of hearts soul more like unto the cat, than the Easter Bunny type or maybe both? You can go your own way, it was said sung, so please do if you will with love made right this Easter, with the combining of the land of pretend with the land of the so called real, and than the land that is real and never changes in God. After all is said and done, which of any one of us can say, we've really seen it all, and make it true as God odd perfect, only can?

I am on the good side of good, but not yet of perfect. I am but flesh, and am what I am, not as of yet, like unto the great "I Am". I try to be as good as good can be, even on the God odd side of perfect. Reaching out to love, in my own God odd way, doesn't always workout so well, as to become odder than odd made best, as only God himself can be as perfect as perfect can be, and not just at times, as good God odd like unto me.

Good God odd isn't so bad though, when you got more than good God odder than odd perfect to look forward to latter! Have a good God odd Easter, and live with it best, as more than good God odd perfect rose his son from the dead, to cover our bad side of so called good God odd, and the ways of the good God so called norm as well.