Tag: our souls journey
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August 16, 2006 03:15 PM EDT --
I once was young. Tender in my mind was something very missing. As much as my grandmother and young aunts tried to cover, I think I very much missed my mother. Sadly she had somehow fallen . . .
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July 29, 2006 04:49 PM EDT --
Forty-Eight years ago today,
Dr. Reeves sent me on my way
To St. Vincents Infirmary in Little Rock,
Where they put me in a hospital frock.
We'd had our Christmas the night before,
Anticipating . . .
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August 27, 2006 02:23 PM EDT --
Nothing more to do
then rest today.
And say, thank you Lord.
Most of all for three little words:
Grace +
Mercy =
. . .
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August 30, 2006 01:14 PM EDT --
I copied this from the Fibromyalgia On-Line Magazine I Thought it would be helpful in our constant search for relevance and wellness in our lives.
Creativity and FM
"We . . .
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August 17, 2006 04:44 PM EDT --
I'd like to cry
but I can't.
I'd like to run
away,
but that's impossible.
Sitting, watching from
the window
I feel so empty;
destroyed by one man's
words.
How can I profess to love . . .
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August 22, 2006 01:39 AM EDT --
In the glow of the campfire God was there,
As we each lit a candle and said a prayer.
Reflecting on life in the still night air,
We all came together for which to share.
We told of our problems, laid . . .
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August 31, 2006 12:19 AM EDT --
Well I need 659 points by midnight August 31 to get my 3,000 for this month. Since I joined a month ago, I thought this would be totally impossible. What I found is how wonderful to have my . . .
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July 29, 2006 04:34 PM EDT --
Mirtie and Dee and Tony made three,
And they were happy as they could be.
Or so they thought till the stork had brought....
Miss Dorothy Lee.
The brothers Wright, took their first flight
On Nag's . . .
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August 24, 2006 12:56 AM EDT --
There's a tapping at my window as the night is drawing near.
Little claws are calling "Mama" and they hope that I will hear.
For my forest friends are hungry and they've come to dinner . . .
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August 26, 2006 09:26 PM EDT --
The green parched grass
of August, is turning yellow
The ceiling came down
so long ago,
When the pouring rains
would not end last spring.
The roofer . . .
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September 02, 2006 02:48 PM EDT --
The geese fly formation style
Over the house where I lay my head.
I wonder how they know to do this
Every autumn since the beginning
of time?
The steady forces of nature
are constant . . .
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September 13, 2006 12:25 AM EDT --
God can't forgive what is already done.
The messes that we make;
The ugly scars remain
And feel worse in rain.
I guess you can say God is in the salvaging buisness . . .
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September 27, 2006 11:45 PM EDT --
Welcome to depressionland.
It is too late at night
When guilt and shame and other
pals seek to do me harm.
What I really need is a good night's rest;
And to put depressionland on the midnight . . .
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September 28, 2006 04:05 PM EDT --
Swaying breezes
Melting heavenly with
eventy-six degreessssses
What a perfect day!
The wind whispers
of ancient man who once
breathed our air.
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August 17, 2006 11:33 PM EDT --
The curtains, fading and dusty
hang crooked.
No curtain rods were ever purchased.
So I hung the curtains end to end with
tacks.
How do you like that?
Now graying with seasons of wear, the curtains
look . . .
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August 24, 2006 01:05 AM EDT --
Out of the blue, the enemy strikes, with no regard for human life.
What could they be thinking of? Certainly not peace, only strife.
Into our memories, forevermore, the scene will be emblazed. . . .
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August 31, 2006 02:58 PM EDT --
Why are my children
so far away
from everything
I pray?
Please help them to succeed
Not to tarry,
lean on you
heed the call.
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August 19, 2006 05:41 PM EDT --
Written February 9, 2005
The past 42 days, I have taken a wonderful writing course which has soothed my soul and improved my writing muse. I have published a few of the pearls that were . . .
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August 14, 2006 05:57 PM EDT --
The TideRunner,
The boat I
dreamt I had,
dodged like
a skilled scroll saw
designing a path
through waves.
A storm came,
The TideRunner
disappears behind
the waves in the
setting sun.
Carol Cassell . . .
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August 29, 2006 03:08 PM EDT --
Have you ever let your children see you cry?
Do they know the reason why?
Men, have your sons seen you cry?
That they know it is okay and it isn't
unmanly to show that you . . .
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