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I am a Beautiful Daughter, Failure is not an option.
When I was broken, on my knees and shattered into a million pieces, when everyone turned their back on me – you were there for me and you were the only one who helped me find my strength again .
My Fathers came to me many years ago and asked, “Is there a man in the land that will stand up and take my Daughters back into the Mountains to keep them safe from the wolves that walk across the land”. For years I pondered what that meant.
This blog has never been about me. I am a Combat Soldier and I will always be that has always been my destiny. I will go to my grave to the lands of my Fathers as a Soldier one day soon. I protect the weak,my Wife, my Daughters, and will sacrifice my life for them.
I am reminded of a story that came to me many years ago.
There were two Woman; but one Mother who had two daughters they were identical twins. Rachael was the eldest sister and Susan was the youngest sister. The eldest sister got carried away into the darkness of the lands into the barns were the animals milled around. Years went by as she walked across the lands in search of her youngest sister. She was lonely, cold all her dreams were shattered broken into a millions pieces like shards of glass. She spent years looking for other lovers. The captains and sons of men would lay with her always bruising her bosoms her virginity by laying hands on her. Her Creation died on the vine and wilted away for many years.
One day a man came to her from the North having traveled many miles. He spoke her that her Fathers from times ago had heard Her crying in the wilderness. He told her to return into the Mountains were Her Fathers came from and there in the morn mist she would find herself, her sister, Susan. She had not seen her in so many years and long to be with her.
She left packed everything she had, her tears, her wounds, her stripes and her guilt that the captains and the sons of men had bestowed upon her. She had come many miles crossed many rivers, many values. Then a Man approached one day while she was crying alone.
He did not say anything just helped her stand up gave her some food and water, and covered her wounds and hurts and told, Your Fathers will come to you and lead you back home. They find no fault in you. Men made you ashamed of your Creation as a Daughter. That is when she was looking in the mirror one morning. The Fathers came to her you see the younger sister Susan had been there all along watching her in silence never saying a thing. For you see Rachael and Susan are identical. She became giddy like a little school that she once was.
In a twinkling of an eye she became a young girl again all things were restored her beauty, as a Woman of Creation. There were two Woman, one mother. The Daughter returned to the Mountains and become a Woman, a little girl memories that became like precious gemstones.
Year later I was watching a death take place there were a group of women that came out from the city to mourn. They to had traveled many miles from the North from the lands of their Fathers. The man finally passed away. They mourned over his loss, dressed him shourds of perfumes and washed away his wounds. Then the men came and buried him in the ground. The Women stayed behind and in the even the Fathers came and with their Daughters, who in time will become wives, to help the Man stand up.
For you see the man that stood up was a Father and the one watching. Man cannot raise man from the ground that he came from. It takes the Daughters of their Fathers Creation, who will become Women of great Stature to breath life into the face of the sons of Men. They will become giddy like little girls but will prowl the heights like a Lynx protecting her cubs.
It takes a Father to tell the Daughters everything will be alright an in a twinkling of an eye when you Fathers come unto to in the moonlight and speak to you. For you see your Virginity was bruised it was never taken.
I stood up as a Father one day and now I walk with the Daughters that came from Creations of my Fathers. Each one is precious and beautiful. Who play like young girls but soar into the heavens of the wing of jets for they know they are the Apple in their Fathers eyes and mine. I am proud of everyone of my Daughters they are the future to create new worlds for their babies and their husbandman that come into her bedchambers her heart.
Man’s religions can never raise Daughters only Fathers and, and the Daughters, who become Woman help the man stand up from the ground he came from.
Kim found her sister a couple of nights ago her Fathers came to her in the shadows of the moonlight and she danced into the night before Her Fathers like a little girl. Sleep elude her full of zest and energy, soaring on the wings of a Jet.
To Kim, I am proud of you, your Father will always be in your heart. You will go on to do greater thing then you ever imagined. I am humble to be able to walk with you.
Sometimes Fathers need to Honour their Daughters this is one of those times. My Daughters poop me out sometimes but I love every one of them.
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You are all Beautiful Daughters. I find no fault in you.
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