Chocolates for Breakfast

 

Have a Happy Day

I found my church

I found my church
In the arms of pain
Though, I let the pain back in
I am still breathing
The sting, brings on the healing
Sometime I have to hurt enough
and
I am not lost
I am just healing
I found my church
In the arms of the healing

Somehow we just got over the pain



Somehow we just got over the pain There was never a “just” moment We felt every minute, every second of this time When we forgave and let go However, my dogged tenacity caused us to feel the full undertow I never thought it meant a glorious victory Still we wallow in the undertow, I’ve lost many here Never let go of me… I will never let go I don’t know why I feel like I feel I always let go a little so I can feel you never let me go ~ღ~ m

The Winter of my heart in November 1, 1995

I remember November 1, 1995
The day my life took a turn
With you & together we grew
Through the trails and all the pain
Much love grows here in
The Winter of my heart ღ

 

My life is series of…here we go again moments

Hearts will never get Older
that they won’t break
They keep feeling…anyway
No matter what vow we take
We always seem to break
Hearts…and thus we are broken too!
I wonder if that is how this love goes?

It was uphill all the way

I was thinking about my Pa ♥ and how he always said I walked to school and it was up hill both ways. We can’t miss this sweet journey, even when it’s tough.
I’m thankful for those that show up on this road. ♥ My fellow travelers ♥ I cannot miss the end, we never end we just keep going? ♥

Happy 2019

You live in your prison…with your butterfly soul

You live in your prison with your butterfly soul
I pray for your rock-a-bye body that suffer so
and your sweet sweet soul
Maybe your will find your way
I pray
I never let go of your butterfly soul
Find your way back to you

No Yellow brick roads to set me free

Never no yellow bricks roads that set me free
I didn’t know that till I looked out at the yellow sunset
Asked God to show me something real
Wasn’t no yellow brick road,
Kinda dark and uncertain
I saw them for who they really were
Maybe a little yellow, but not the road to freedom for me
I heard someone say…he’s yellow…no, not me
I love yellow, I drove a yellow mustang, but I’m never yellow
I’m free being me, waiting for the next way, doesn’t look like a cross
Doesn’t look like me, however I have a friend who takes my hand
and says…walk with me
Never no yellow brick road for me
I’m thankful for that