Deep breath, deep breath,
Deep breath, my son.
You’re growing up,
It’s just begun.
Your heart was made
To channel love,
To give it life
And wings like doves’.
Anger and fear
Are paths well worn,
Yet they lead to
A life forlorn.
You can rise up
Above the pall
But you must yield
And give your all.
Men’s hearts do long
To lead the way
And you, my son,
Did start today.
Gregory Hake 
Lovely to share the tenor of your heart Gregg; Thanks you!
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A precious moment well articulated!
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Very beautiful and inspiring Gregg – thank you!
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A heart yielded to love opens a world of endless possibilities for creation. Entrainment with the vibration that comes from a yielded heart is the best teacher; and your sweet words carry in them the immense power of love. How beautiful, thank you for sharing your thoughts.
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beautiful!
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