Let us THINK lovely thoughts lovely thoughts are lovely don’t you think?
My thoughts
Haven’t you seen me sleepwalking?
Let me pour you a glass of me
Let me pour you a glass of me
vintage stock
steeped in prayer
covered by grace
vintage stock 1964
that was a good year
Let me pour you a glass of me
Lost with you
Lost with you
Today I need to get
lost with you
even if in my mind
I will sit and wait
under the trees
where the breeze
blows in the air
tousles by hair
makes me forget life
while I wait for you
Even the sky reflects my sorrow in beauty unfolding~P.S. from MichelleMarie
Even the sky reflects my sorrow in it’s beauty unfolding
P.S. From MichelleMarie
I come to you today with heavy sorrow in my heart. I didn’t want to get up today literally.
I’ve had two really huge blows this last week and I’m still reeling from them fighting the
sadness that waits to engulf me. I was thinking how apropos this is my Uncle giving
to me and then I in turn give it right back out but not without a phone call to hear his
sweet voice and the sweet assuredness he brings to my life. I didn’t have to tell him what
was wrong he just spoke and immediately peace came over me. I’m so thankful for him
I’m thankful for you sweet friends that allow me to share with you from the overflow
of my heart!
Waiting for you
I like you~I love you~I need you
I like you~I love you~I need you
something about that makes me wanna say….
Father~from my Prayer journal~Aug. 18, 2014
I write to you out of lack today
I come to you with nothing to say
I seem to come to this place
Thoughts I’d like to erase
Memories without a trace
Of dignity left inside me
And I wonder will I forever
be always seeking
never coming to the full
knowledge of anything
significant…
If I do
will I find
what lies behind
The hope that drives
me on
meaninglessness….
Will I have spent
all this time seeking
something that is
unattainable
grasping at ghosts…
Standing against
the very wind
that threatens
the very life
I cling to…
Realizing
grasping and clinging
is more desperation
to scoop up what’s
left of my dignity
Because I know
this only
perpetuates more
feverish dancing about
on the threshing floor
perhaps to glean
one stalk, one twig
of normalcy
What is normal?
Father he said to me. . .
I offer you this
he said
more of the same
more of the shame
more of the game
more of the name
more of the tame
lion that roars
fiercely inside
waiting to escape
captivity
“I’m not in a good place Father,” she said
Where did you go child?
Somewhere safe
far away from human grasp
far away from any place you know
For I have gone where dreams are made
Where the river of life flows freely
Where flowers never die
Fruit is abundant
And peace is finally mine….
Oh said Father…..
you’ve got quite
and open wound, he said.
You’re going to have to let
this heal.
Can’t you just cover it back
up,? I asked.
“No dear, you cannot put
a bandage over open heart
surgery, it must heal
from the inside out.” he said.
Please Father can you tell me
where do I find that one?
The one that has all the answers?
See that road over there……
Follow it. . .baby girl don’t look back
I never told you
I never told you
I’m really sorry
I’ve never told you
how I wished I
thought it through
and I wish I knew
so many things
I now know
Nevertheless,
I can’t change a thing
wouldn’t change a thing
I lost my mind
for a while
and you found me mindless
nearly out of mine
and then
I was quiet~I just stopped
thinking and started feeling again
Thank you
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