"Veteran in adoration,
Leeway to my ecstasy,
Natty in my joy,
Intellectual in nostalgia, this is what I am feeling at the front of my house.
I saw an angel walking towards me, smiling and calling my name, urging me to come over. The pain is over.
He said, “It’s okay, lean on me. I will care for you and love you. Heartbreaks can be blessings that come to you. Oh dear, I am your God-sent angel of miracles.”
He had curly hair, a standard pretty face, and a sweet smile that brightened his features. His lanky frame brought me joy and happiness, unlike before when the sun refused to rise. The pain is over now. Oh, my baby girl.
Courage and hope are lessons I learned, and I put them into practice for providential gain.
What is life all about if not possessing wealth that isn’t measured in material terms but in health and enrichment?