How these Syrian men love this man who reunites with his small son who he thought was dead . . .

by apollosolaris

THE TIME IS NOW. WE ARE BROTHERS AND SISTERS IN ARMS. YET NOT IN ‘ARMS OF WAR’ IN ‘ARMS OF LOVE’ ARMS THAT ENFOLD YOU. ARMS THAT CARRY YOU. ARMS THAT LIFT YOU INTO YOUR RIGHTFUL PLACE WHERE YOU CAN NO LONGER BE CONTAINED.WHERE YOU CAN NO LONGER BE AT THE MERCY OF THOSE WHO HAVE NOT UNDERSTOOD THE POWER OF LOVE … AND THEMSELVES … IN THE WAY THAT LOVE IS INTENDED.
BUT NOW MY CHILDREN … I BRING YOU HOME. I WELCOME EACH AND EVERYONE OF YOU HOME. INTO THE LIGHT OF MY GARDEN OF SURRENDER. WELCOME HOME MY CHILDREN … WELCOME HOME.

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