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    <title>Gather: Articles by Christine P.</title>
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    <description>Recent Articles on Gather by Christine P.</description>
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    <pubDate>Thu, 07 Jan 2010 22:15:01 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>In Memory of Dad</title>
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      <description>My dad has now been gone for 8.5 years.  He passed away at the age of 50 from a heart attack.  This is a poem I wrote about him with things that specifically bring memories of him. 
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      <pubDate>Sun, 21 Jun 2009 17:51:56 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Christine P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-06-21T17:51:56Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Chosen Sides</title>
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      <description>Questions asked but none answered. 

 You say you know what you need? 

 But you talk with uncertainty of what is to come. 

 Your voice shows you are frightened and alone. 

  
 

 Instead, your voice . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 23 Jun 2008 18:26:50 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Christine P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-06-23T18:26:50Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Words Of Hurt</title>
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      <description>  

 Words of hurt erupt out of nowhere. 

 Spewing words to inflict pain. 

 Deep inside you know it comes from somewhere. 

 Saying things that make you feel insane. 

   

 You begin to speak . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 16 May 2008 19:39:07 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Christine P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-05-16T19:39:07Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Fire Within</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977307997</link>
      <description>The house trembles as the furnace begins. 

 Shakes and thunders in its fiery heat. 

 Radiates and breathes hot air. 

   

 Fuel has become untruths and vengeance. 

 Flames blaze higher and hotter . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 11 Apr 2008 17:21:39 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Christine P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-04-11T17:21:39Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The Son</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977236832</link>
      <description>The warm ray of sunshine has gone behind me. 

 I feel it but am unable to turn around. 

 I feel a sense of darkness. 

 What has happened to me? 

   

 I must turn around. 

 Find the beacon that . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 22 Jan 2008 15:34:26 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977236832</guid>
      <dc:creator>Christine P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-01-22T15:34:26Z</dc:date>
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      <title>I Know What I Need</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977232349</link>
      <description>I have my own thoughts and beliefs. 

 Listen and you will learn much about me. 

 I am an adult and wish to be treated as such. 

   

 I have the right to change my mind. 

 I know what . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 17 Jan 2008 17:40:28 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977232349</guid>
      <dc:creator>Christine P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-01-17T17:40:28Z</dc:date>
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      <title>My Tea Party</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977193084</link>
      <description>My Tea Party 

   

 Come to my tea party. 

 Have a cup of my peppermint tea 

 And a scone with clotted cream. 

   

 Meet my guest: 

 Billy the Teddy Bear, Miss Lynn and Miss Raquel. 
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      <pubDate>Mon, 03 Dec 2007 15:14:18 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Christine P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-12-03T15:14:18Z</dc:date>
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      <title>An Angry Man</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977181845</link>
      <description>Here sits an angry man. 

 He cannot tell you how his bitterness all began. 

 You hold your hand out as far as you can. 

 For you love this resentful man. 

  
 

 On his face you see his frown. 

 . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 19 Nov 2007 21:17:17 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977181845</guid>
      <dc:creator>Christine P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-11-19T21:17:17Z</dc:date>
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      <title>46 Things About Me</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977178964</link>
      <description>1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?   Yes, my first name Christine is from my great grandmother and my middle name Kate was after my Grandma.:) 
  

 2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?  Yesterday, . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 16 Nov 2007 15:37:45 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Christine P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-11-16T15:37:45Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Let's Go Camping</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977160270</link>
      <description>  

 Putting up tents, oh my! 

 Following directions to no avail. 

 Sleep at night. 

 Oh no it rains! 

   

 Go for a ride on a horse. 

 This is so much fun! 

 In the saddle I go. . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 28 Oct 2007 13:53:33 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Christine P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-10-28T13:53:33Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Upheaval</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977156973</link>
      <description>  

   

 I find an upheaval in my mind. 

 Why is there this storm within me? 

 I need clarity. 

   

 Why do I only find unrest? 

 Which way do I turn? 

 I seek order. 

    . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 24 Oct 2007 21:22:18 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Christine P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-10-24T21:22:18Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Contentment With Life</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977150021</link>
      <description>A feeling of joy that goes through all of my being.

Knowing I can grasp what life has yet to offer me.




There is tenacity, courage and triumph within myself.

With the delight of discovering I can . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 17 Oct 2007 14:02:11 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Christine P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-10-17T14:02:11Z</dc:date>
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      <title>She Is</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977145594</link>
      <description>  





She is the wild untamed winds of the prairie.

She is the gentle and kindhearted scent of carnations.

She is a disciple and follower of Christ.

She is a traveler and seeker of uncharted . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 12 Oct 2007 18:57:29 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Christine P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-10-12T18:57:29Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Time Of Renewal</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977140220</link>
      <description>There is a kindling of my spirit deep within me.

It flares up and shouts wake up, wake up!

Surrender to me.

I can show you new life.




Express yourself to me.

For I will hear each of your pleas. . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 07 Oct 2007 16:47:14 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Christine P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-10-07T16:47:14Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Take My Hand</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977102046</link>
      <description>  




 

Take My Hand




Climbing atop the highest mountain.

My grasp has become loose.

I fall and become lost.

Take my hand.

I will lead you.




I stand in this pit that I dug.

Wander . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 30 Aug 2007 18:46:37 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Christine P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-08-30T18:46:37Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Ode To Coffee</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977083010</link>
      <description>  

     Ode To Coffee   

   

   Java, cup-o-joe and black ink.   

   Which do I choose to go through my blood?.   

   Eye Openers, mud and pick-me-ups.   

   Only ten cups for me is a falsehood. . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 11 Aug 2007 18:05:11 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Christine P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-08-11T18:05:11Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The Truth</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977078369</link>
      <description>The Truth




I must not be reluctant to tell you the truth.

You may want to hear what I have to say.

For I have much hope to offer to you.

I must tell you to not doubt yourself.

You have nothing to . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 07 Aug 2007 11:46:50 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Christine P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-08-07T11:46:50Z</dc:date>
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      <title>I Seek</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977077491</link>
      <description>Please Note; I wrote this during a time when I was experiencing great sadness in my life.  I tried to do it my way once again.  God is now in control of my life and I trust in Him to show me . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 06 Aug 2007 13:52:15 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Christine P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-08-06T13:52:15Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Her Book</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977059626</link>
      <description>I want to comment on my following poem.  This was written during a difficult time for me.  But with God's help I was able to find my way back.

 



Her Book




 Chapter One : She leads . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 19 Jul 2007 11:33:01 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Christine P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-07-19T11:33:01Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Discouraged Vs. Blessed</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977051367</link>
      <description>  




 

Discouraged Vs. Blessed

 

Discouraged.

I'm disheartened.

Not brave.

Not calm.

Not invincible.

I'm just defeated.

Apprehensive because of tomorrow.

Broken because . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 09 Jul 2007 17:32:34 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Christine P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-07-09T17:32:34Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Where I Stand</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977046312</link>
      <description>Where I Stand

 

Where I stand sounds like

My scale.

It shouts and laughs at my inadequacies.

It is my dreams blowing away,

Moaning, agonizing and shaming me.

There are deep sighs of disgust . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 05 Jul 2007 19:57:55 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977046312</guid>
      <dc:creator>Christine P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-07-05T19:57:55Z</dc:date>
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      <title>I'm Learning</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977020023</link>
      <description>I'm Learning




I'm learning

to slow down.

I'm learning

the world does not spin faster than I.
I'm learning

Not to let life push me around,

When I stumble.
I'm learning

Not to . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 04 Jun 2007 20:04:01 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977020023</guid>
      <dc:creator>Christine P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-06-04T20:04:01Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Set Me Free! Poem</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977015214</link>
      <description>Turmoil is my jail. I am held captive by you day and night.

Set me free!

My existence is confusion and misery. You won't release me from your binds.

Set me free!

I am confined in this prison of . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 31 May 2007 01:32:18 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Christine P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-05-31T01:32:18Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Unrest - Poem</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977011185</link>
      <description>Anxiety has become a wet blanket around me with no warmth.

Hopelessness has belittled me to the size of a small mean dwarf.

I have unconditional love from others

Yet I turn my head away and say why . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 27 May 2007 17:42:40 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977011185</guid>
      <dc:creator>Christine P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-05-27T17:42:40Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Confusion</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977005202</link>
      <description>Who to talk to?
Who to believe?
Who to trust with my fears?
Who is truly sincere?
Who will genuinely help me?
Who wants to understand?
Who of you actually cares?
Who will acknowledge me?

I ask I see faces . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 21 May 2007 06:15:53 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977005202</guid>
      <dc:creator>Christine P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-05-21T06:15:53Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Five Positive Things *Tagged by Debbie G &amp; Lynn C*</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977001062</link>
      <description>I've been tagged by Debbie G. and Lynn so that I can share five positive things about me.

Why is it so hard to find positive things about ourselves but we can list a 100 things negative about ourselves?  . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 15 May 2007 20:34:15 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977001062</guid>
      <dc:creator>Christine P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-05-15T20:34:15Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Words - Poem</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976997196</link>
      <description>Therapy, hospitals, doctors, and pills!
Are these words said only by “crazies”.
Then I ask myself, maybe I am crazy too?
For I say these words; therapy, hospitals, doctors and pills!

I shout . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 10 May 2007 15:40:22 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Christine P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-05-10T15:40:22Z</dc:date>
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      <title>I Am Blue - Poetry</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976997183</link>
      <description>You may see me as always being blue.
But remember if you always see me as blue,
You will not see my other colors of  green, brown, and purple.

For you do not see me as green and someone who is full . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 10 May 2007 15:24:48 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976997183</guid>
      <dc:creator>Christine P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-05-10T15:24:48Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Fat Girl - Poem</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976992032</link>
      <description>Fat Girl - Poem


I was the fat girl in high school.
Who thought she looked such a fool.
Why did it matter I wasn't the “Barbie” girl”?
Because of her and allow my wings to unfurl? . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 06 May 2007 16:25:22 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Christine P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-05-06T16:25:22Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Please Understand</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976975954</link>
      <description>    Please Understand

    I know you look and say,
    &amp;quot;Why do you have to be this way?
    You have the gift of life before you everyday.&amp;quot; . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 04 May 2007 17:09:49 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Christine P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-05-04T17:09:49Z</dc:date>
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