LOVE LETTERS FROM MIISRAEL: FROM EUROCYLDON: Jibing
AND THESE ARE MY LOVE LETTERS:
LOG DATE: July 21, 2008 7:59cst
JIBING
[Changing directions with the wind; to change from
one tack to another by turning the stern through the wind.}
My Dear God of Love:
The winds are stirring waters in every direction. They are striking upon shores of water cities. And the rains are coming in downpours. Hurricanes have the breaths of Eurocyldon! So, the plaques are coming, and changing directions and new storms are blowing in every direction. North, South, East, West and some on the same day! It will bring record destruction with waves and winds strong and wild.
Many people will see it happening an will say "It's like the water had "slapping hands" the way the raised up and strike down with much strength. Winds will carry fires, waters, floods and there is a slap of drought caused by record heat waves. So thirsty that man and beast will perish.
I'll ride with you! I'll turn to the right, I'll turn to the left and so will these storms! I hear your whispering..."Listen to me, and follow me." You are at the helm, in my ear I hear words of love. The echoes gives whispers of your voices.
--I hear and obey
MIISRAEL
WINNIESPOETRY LOVE LETTERS OF EUROCYLDON July 2008 Copyrighted.
LOG DATE: July 21, 2008 7:59cst
JIBING
[Changing directions with the wind; to change from
one tack to another by turning the stern through the wind.}
My Dear God of Love:
The winds are stirring waters in every direction. They are striking upon shores of water cities. And the rains are coming in downpours. Hurricanes have the breaths of Eurocyldon! So, the plaques are coming, and changing directions and new storms are blowing in every direction. North, South, East, West and some on the same day! It will bring record destruction with waves and winds strong and wild.
Many people will see it happening an will say "It's like the water had "slapping hands" the way the raised up and strike down with much strength. Winds will carry fires, waters, floods and there is a slap of drought caused by record heat waves. So thirsty that man and beast will perish.
I'll ride with you! I'll turn to the right, I'll turn to the left and so will these storms! I hear your whispering..."Listen to me, and follow me." You are at the helm, in my ear I hear words of love. The echoes gives whispers of your voices.
--I hear and obey
MIISRAEL
WINNIESPOETRY LOVE LETTERS OF EUROCYLDON July 2008 Copyrighted.
