Thankful

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I am thankful for water, light and life, for the world and its inhabitants. Most particularly thankful for the family and friends who make life a great joy.

Harry Jerome Arnold

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Harry Jerome Arnold had a mission from God.
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Harry’s mission was to warn people about Hell by means of his poetry. He was unable to publish his book. He died. So go, at times, missions and dreams.

God’s Poem Writer, Harry Jerome Arnold, died the first week of May, 2015 of esophageal cancer. Reportedly, his was a quiet and peaceful death (at home, with Hospice care). After being homeless for many years, Harry died with the dignity of a roof over his head. He lived at the Crossings. He was, in our interactions, a saint, like a wandering holy man. Quick to smile and give kindness to other people.