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These raw, unpolished gems spring from everyday truths: the tender ache of empty nests in “Gone But Not Forgotten,” gratitude’s balm in “Being Thankful for All Things,” and the hope of winter’s thaw in “A Beautiful Day.” Mr. Bailey’s expressive voice—creatively quirky with reverent shouts like “GoD”—threads holy devotion through trusting divine promises (“We musT ‘trust’ God For all oF life”), prayer’s peace, and grace for our flaws. From a steaming cup of coffee to restless nights and the sway of a rocking chair, his words urge us to embrace positivity, one fleeting moment at a time.

More than poetry, this is a generational bridge and spiritual guide. In our chaotic world, Mr. Bailey’s notebook invites pauses for prayer, reflection, and rejoicing—ideal for navigating change, honoring family, or aging with maturing faith. Like a father’s enduring whisper, these verses encourage without preaching.

Gift it for bedside wisdom, holidays, or devotionals. Let Mr. L.L. Bailey inspire your perspective—order now and savor all words of light.

Preface

This book might not matter much to you. After all, it’s just a collection of poems from a humble man you’ve likely never met or even heard mention of. . .

Nonetheless, these poems, even for a stranger, carry emotions: regret, longing, hope, satisfaction, determination, and empathy, and more.

So much, much more.

Much more than emotions, these transport My DaD’s wisdom and a glimpse at his desire (and will) to understand and humbly obey our heavenly father regardless. It is his testament as I too am to be. To you, it may be ramblings from an elderly man rocking in a chair with his cup of morning coffee and a comfy blanket, but to me, it is my most precious inheritance.

To me, these are the words he wanted to say to me while I couldn’t hear them. As my mom was cleaning house after dealing with My DaD’s burial preparations, she found a green, spiral notebook containing poems along with lessons and other journal entries from My DaD. To me, this book is the final, comforting hug My DaD gave to me. And yes, I still cry in his arms as a man.

So, consider this a hug from me to you as I share his comfort with all who’ve lost one too.

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