Love Fritzl

Fritzl

If tears could build a staircase

And memories a lane

I would run right up to heaven

Just to be with you again.

Listen

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there, I do not sleep

I am a thousand winds that blow

I am the diamond glint on snow

I am the sunlight on ripened grain

I am the gentle, gentle autumn rain

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there, I do not sleep

When you awake in the morning hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circling flight

I am the soft, soft starlight, starlight at night

Basic ThetaHealing Class Chicago March 4-6, '11

Unlock your innate gifts.

I have been asked to offer my healing class again.

With extreme pleasure, I am announcing my next seminar.

Learn a healing technique that will give you keys
to heal the very core of your being
using a brain wave that connects you to the Creator.

Cost $400.00
Contact: margaretloris@earthlink.net

Includes book, workbook and free email support

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Fritzl Loris November 2, 1997 to Jan. 7, 2011

Fritzl Loris November 2, 1997 to Jan. 7, 2011

Thank you!
From the bottom of my big heart for helping and praying for me.

Love Margaret and Fritzl

Fritzl Loris November 2, 1997 to Jan. 7. 2011

"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways..."
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.

I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;

I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I love thee with a passion put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,

I shall but love thee better after death.

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