Thank you for visiting. My thoughts & Feelings are my Own.

Here I will share my feelings about America and her Future.

Let it be known to all the World, I love all Humankind, however the poor actions of the few that take away the Freedom's of the many wear on my soul. I don't hate them I feel sad for their foolishness before God and humankind.

Those leaders who seek to 'Keep their Oaths of office' and those who seek only self glory, power, tyranny and the destruction of America as it was founded, hoping to turn it into a Dictatorship, Marxist or other state of Tyranny.

For a long while I was unsure of putting a blog together with my thoughts on this, however Truth must be shared, if not to Awake American's to their dangerous situation then to record the folly of the ways of the wicked who do exist in the leadership of our Nation, States, Counties, Towns. Sad that I must add this page.

"We often search for things in life, yet seldom do we find.

Those things in life that really matter, until we make the time." S.T.Huls

God Bless the Republic of America!

We have Got To Stand Up!!

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Emma Joy Huls Creative Mind: Open eyes look in to my soulI try to run from thos...

Monday, January 30, 2012
Open eyes look in to my soul
I try to run from those honest open eyes
But only end up running to the eyes of death
And they don’t just look but they
Tear and rip open the
Secrets of my soul
Running I slip, and I trip over
The spilled secrets that flow from my
wounds as blood from a wound
as I crash to the
ground my tears flow and
mix with the ruined secrets
but as I glance up I see once again
the honest open eyes looking down
sadly at my ruined state
as I look into
those eyes I bow my head in shame,
but instead of a lecture I feel an arm go around me,
I feel the power of his kind, open and honest soul
And looking back up I see his smile
And his eyes hide no secrets only
A tale a story
Of the pain he suffered so long ago,
So that I would not have to suffer completely alone
Staring in his eyes and feeling his arm around me to help me, to support me
I get to my feet and slowly, so slowly
I gain my own balance,
my wounds close and leave nasty scares that in time go away, ‘
but only after my long journey of traveling up and up the mountain to
a place of peace
a place of love
and a place of acceptance. . .
© January 30,2012