Tag: walk this journey
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August 31, 2006 09:30 PM EDT --
The old worn-out house
Sat empty for so long,
Cobwebs hung on doors.
And winding weeds grew out
Window panes.
Then sometime in early March
Action figures arrived.
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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 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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August 19, 2006 02:08 AM EDT --
You can't do that? Oh,Yes I can.
Since I retired, I have had to work some of the hardest jobs I've ever had to muster the strength to do. [Not counting memorizing all the postal . . .
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August 19, 2006 11:52 PM EDT --
Death comes in moments when we
are never ready.
So it is again. Life has left
me breathless,
I've lost another I may have loved,
had I taken the time to know him.
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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 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 10:13 PM EDT --
The sun touched my arm today.
I turned to watch the sunbeams play.
Then the array all sped away.
The evening dampness is setting in;
I'm strangely agitated,
Decisions require my . . .
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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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August 20, 2006 12:03 AM EDT --
Promises are lies that
go astray,
They make you think
great thoughts
of what the promise makes.
Promises build false hopes
and rains out feelings
filled with phony smoke
burning from untruth.
Promises . . .
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August 22, 2006 10:25 PM EDT --
Anger tenses every muscle
frustrated for so long
over what?
Apathy perplexes me.
Is there an answer I
should find?
How long will this
awful state of mind last?
I can not breath.
I see
only mud. I won't . . .
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August 23, 2006 10:35 PM EDT --
The geese fly formation style
Over the house where in bed
I lay my head.
I wonder how they know to do this?
Every autumn since the beginning
of time.
The steady forces of nature
constant . . .
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August 25, 2006 12:12 AM EDT --
Fireflies lights are dimming,
while ashes fly from the grill.
Conversation lowering to a quiet hum.
It looks like its time to say good night.
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August 25, 2006 08:57 AM EDT --
Alone is better
than to be robbed
every hour of the day,
crushed by ungrateful
people.
In solitude of a
quiet place,
the spirit looks
up and soars.
Much to do, where
does one begin?
Sorting out the
painful . . .
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September 17, 2006 09:00 AM EDT --
Barking dogs on a Sunday morning
Lawn mowers before nine
Sirens, bells and whistles
Noisy People and negative vibes
Please spare me the temptation
To complain, Dear Lord,
On this beautiful . . .
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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 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 22, 2006 01:04 PM EDT --
Getting lost on a country road.
The winding roads greenery!
Sights so afresh and new.
An Amish
woman's wash
stands all pictureque
... blowing frentically in the wind.
Diapers, held . . .
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