because He heard me

there is no other entity to glorify, and to thank for my days: 1970-1992.

it was a warmer than not day in Alabama, Oxford that is/was… anyway

was enjoying the cool cement on my bare belly and chest when those

inquiries came: about about giving me a hand, so playing a trumpet

would be my ticket of making my Father proud; his record collection

was filled con Stan Kenton, Herb Alpert’s Tijuana Brass, and the two


received from my dear, older sister. Hallelujah was on my mind in

my mind as i wished/prayed to sometime in a future to make my

Dad proud. Even through squinting to see through that whipped

cream. Hallelujah was an , even at age three, or four, Hallelujah

five; i am able to recite the phone number at grade 9, but seem

to find it difficult to recite the address you just said. such is a

lesser of the tragic symptom of head injuries. of which David

is dealing with everyday since October, 1992. but enough of

me; it’s not me that is important; it is, was, forever. will be

all about Him. those prayers sent to the clouds He did answer.


but enough for now…

Published by not Todd Rundgren...

the War Room no one person can ever say a whisper of idea that David urged a person, whether female or not, to do anything that had not been a part of their own character. Keeping so still and quite about subjects, the one at hand for this little note IS Faith in God. Let you know that i've just turned fifty; and in the brief shade of 'the responsible thing' to do in no way is meant to fool, cajole, even force my own personal belief's on any of you netizens who are reading these few lines. We believe all that we do. David Buckle believes in God and even His Son

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