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Gossip and Vain Imaginations
Humbly Offered Opinion
Draft 3
Final Chapter?
Sara was a bit older now and a little afraid. Not an emotion she dealt with on a regular basis. Once her mom was gone, what would happen next? She didn't want to stay here at this place, although she had been begged to by someone who had surprisingly become a friend. As silly as it sounded, even to her, she spent considerable time thinking and praying about how her journey/story impacted her friends, who were her family and their young ones.
She had known most since birth and now as young adults, they shared with her teenage dreams, loves, hurts and fears. They knew how much she loved them and understood her to be a women who loved God and was committed to honoring Him with her life. She was someone who prayed for them...and for her friends.
Sara loved every minute of it and understood, to them, she never had similar struggles. She was a safety net and steady ship for them to rest upon.
She giggled at the thought of them finding out she too had loved and lost. Besides, in over ten years, none had seen her holding hands...or worse yet, kissing. Thankfully because she could hear their comments now... "gross", "yucky".
Her "kept at several arms length" sister had older children who felt the same. Sara was their safety net and the one they turned too when life was uncertain. She didn't mind being the safety net for so many young ones. She had not been blessed with any children of her own so she found much fulfillment in being a safety net as she got older.
In turn, she had many safety nets below her. Friends who were more like family and she loved them. Leaving them for some far away place seemed impossible. She kept her little boat tied where it could be easily found.
But then, there is the matter of her heart. There were days she listened to it more than she listened to her mind's reasoning and sanity. What is it and what was this thing calling her? What were these "wild open spaces" she was drawn to? She asked God to remove it so she could fall into place...... but had she ever really been able to fit into that mold? What did God want? He had created her and given her this wild heart that turned out to be creative, not a black and while rules following business minded thing.
So..... TBC Maybe
Humbly Offered Opinion
Gossip and Vain Imaginations
Humbly Offered Opinion
A gentle debate of words in a Rhyme. Not to be taken TOO seriously. Dearest Reader, consider it a very humbly offered opinion.. BUT not often agreed upon by anyone outside of my little mind.
Draft 1
I believe love is far more than just a few turns in the sheets, dating and eating a few meals together for days, months or weeks. It’s foundation is slowly poured as you learn each other’s heart and mind, creating a safe place for passionate intimacy that is fiery, yet gentle and kind.
Sex without love may only be a few turns in the sheets, sometimes only lasting a few days, months or weeks. Without taking the time to discover each other’s heart and mind, desire’s fire will slowly weaken with fading conversations over the passing of time.
Could it be old-fashioned traditions were put in place to protect true love? A willingness to wait while the ultimate pattern-maker sews two lovers into a perfectly made set of gloves. How do you know when you find the real thing, something you desire to seal with not just a passionate kiss but a lovely gold ring.
Maybe you will notice the difference in how adjectives are used in my little rhyme. It, alone, makes love a solid whole thing you can stand on during your lifetime. Only, as it is properly used, is part of a whole… but who am I……there are many other opinions and views. LOL
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Definitions that helped me with my choice of adjectives and how I used them in this rhyme.
· The word "it" typically refers to a specific object or entity, which can be considered a whole rather than a part. · The word "only" often implies a limitation, suggesting a part of a whole, rather than encompassing everything.
Gossip and Vain Imaginations
Gossip and Vain Imaginations
Poetry and Photograph Imperfections
Even More 1st Drafts...
(maybe dirty bath water)
When gossip's black tar pit of words finds it's way to you, walk around it, don't step into it's sucking, destroy you type of glue. An endless pit of sorrow and despair, dragging you down away from any semblance of clean air.
Sticky, like honey covering it's smothering vines, taking some six feet deep because they didn't have the strength to climb.
Despite what anyone's gossip, words or music say, don't look back, you are going to be okay.
(?She was going to keep climbing, because now, after those stupid words, it no longer matters what their incorrect and off base words had to say.?) Stupid. and foolish are the hearts that don't listen, when He says to throw out the bath water don't forget the dirty water in the your garden's kitchen. ?)
Poetry and Photograph Imperfections
Poetry and Photograph Imperfections
Poetry and Photograph Imperfections
I will never dot all my "i"s and cross all my "t"s, I am not driven for it all to be done perfectly. That can drive some people crazy who don't really get why I am grammar lazy. ( I am)
My brain and my words pour out so fast, sometimes friends help write them down so thecan last. I am forever grateful for the ones who do, volunteers and employees... I would not want to walk in their shoes.
Florence Littauer with her tests showed me the why, being organized with everything in it's place was like wishing chocolate pie would fall from sky. Trusted by so many who struggle like me, her work lives on especially in the world of ADD.
Death
Poetry and Photograph Imperfections
1000 Years
(78 days of drafts)
**Death and Forgiveness
It’s humbling to watch forgiveness step in so I can help, even for enemies when they are surrounded by impending death. Helping to hold the hand of one so dear, watching her struggle to take a breath, (scared to death) choosing to stay and help....even though I no longer belong. (she no longer belongs here)
Mercy’s Angel can help all of us make a former enemy, with time and forgiveness, a friend. God with his infinite wisdom, and mercy has helped me forgive (him) (them) (even him) (even them) (now a friend) so I can step in.
Well, what does that mean, nothing…except, for one walking into a new life, there are no roots of bitterness anywhere to be seen. (clean) (dream) (mean) (unseen) for those letting go of this world, no regrets in their fields grown in life will be gleaned.
Jeremiah 29:11 For I know the plans I have for you says the Lord. Plans for your welfare, not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope.
1000 Years
Poetry and Photograph Imperfections
1000 Years
(done)
So many loved ones have gone on before me, there are days I feel holidays are sad and empty. But we were the lucky ones born into the arms of family who adored us. For years we lingered under their loving gaze, being cute, funny and lovable was a ?plus?.
We never did one thing wrong in their eyes, we were loved and our hugs were a sought after prize. Most if not all have gone towards Heaven's pathway, watching us from above knowing they will see us again one day.
The Bible tells us, a year for the Lord in heaven time, is a thousand years here on earth, about 15 minutes heaven time between our earthly death and birth. So our loved one's smile, and unseen pat our hands, they know they will see us in about five minutes when in heaven our souls will land.
So we have to choose not to be sad because they are all gone. In just a few minutes we will be with them and Jesus, never to be parted again, so hang on. I love all things Thanksgiving, turkey, gravy, hard boiled eggs, green beans, fresh baked rolls, fried okra and especially handmade stuffing.
2 Peter 3:8 But do not let this one fact escape your notice, beloved, that with the Lord one day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years like one day. (NASB)
Trusting Blue Eyes
Thank God You Are Gone
Thank God You Are Gone
(1st draft)
When emptiness stirs and ache for belonging fills your heart, run quickly to My Throne. I am always here, don't forget you are never alone. Show me your sad blue eyes and tell me of the longing in your soul. I will do over and above all that you would do for the children you love and your tears, I will hold.
In My Throne room you will find real love's satisfaction, not a temporary moment-to-moment thing easily left behind by the newest distraction. You will feel secure like the children holding your hand on scary rides. My love will not come and go like the ever changing tides.
Look up at me with trusting blue eyes the same way little children look up at you. Little eyes looking up with simple trust, NEVER doubting you love them too. I know your struggles and through mercy's eyes I see your wayward heart. Run to me precious girl, I will always wipe your tears and give you a clean start.
On earth you will not find perfect love without flaws, love's thorns will crush and disappoint you, sometimes without cause. Mistakes are made every day so hold close to reality, the gentle growth of true love takes time for its roots to burrow deep and be a healthy tree.
What I do may not look like Me, it may confuse you, scare you or ask you to wait but choose to trust Me. Choose to trust in My love of your smile and laughter with a wild heart running free. I will show you the good and fill in all the missing pieces, in exchange to see your blue eyes shine surrounded by joy's creases.
When I send love, you will know it came from me, he asked me for your heart and I lovingly agreed. So, see them for who they are through the eyes of mercy and grace, allowing them to be imperfect just like you, with your flaws, your failures and yes, your mistakes.
But, run to me like a child who scraped her knee. I am always here watching until that day I call you home to be with me. 15 minutes "Heaven Time" is all I will allow earth to enjoy your soul. When you get here you and your heart will never again grow old.
2 Peter 3:8 But do not let this one fact escape your notice, beloved, that with the Lord one day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years like one day. (NASB)
Proverbs 31:30 Charm is deceptive and beauty is fleeting, but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.
Thank God You Are Gone
Thank God You Are Gone
Thank God You Are Gone
I woke to the sunlight with its beams dancing on my eyes, I sensed my heart had finally changed to my great surprise. Thank God you are gone, in my mind, in my heart and my soul. You don’t live here anymore, and I hallelujah ….I still feel whole.
I never thought it would happen, I never thought I would feel this way but for now, for today, I don’t have anything left to say. Back and forth and round and round, running my heart’s pen through my brain, but no sad, tearful and lonely words can be found.
You, "Mr. Fear of Being Alone”’ kept me bound in a place I no longer belonged. I sit and wonder how many poor souls you have kept from moving along. Fear of the future and being put back into the wrong cage, well my darling sweet, cute as a button, friendly, fluffy older dog,…I am proud of you because all of that has slipped and gone away.
Free to roam and go jump in a lake while learning to cook or maybe bake cakes. My mind is free to wander to the north, east, west or even south with the trips I can take. What if I do more than wander in my brain, traveling with less than one bag so baggage claim can’t make me insane??!!
Goodbye "Mr. Fear of Being Alone" in this big world, God and dear, dear friends have got both hands of this fragile little fuzzy, wuzzy girl.
Trust in the Lord with ALL your heart and lean not unto your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him (Him who loves me) and He will direct your paths.
These Boots
Thank God You Are Gone
The Horse In My Dreams
Thank you Sir, you are too kind, but I think that fourth beer made you late night, dim bar lights, blind. I am not a young girl and there are scars and wrinkles on my face, you might be disappointed if I woke up tomorrow morning at your place.
See these boots, like Nancy said, they are made for walking. I'm only here for line dancing, I am not a snob but I don't feel like talking. Yes, I heard you, "nothing better than a pair of wrangler jeans", but I am not looking around this place for anyone or anything.
Yes, I do like your big ol' cowboy hat but my feelings don't go any deeper than that. This heart needs to be alone for a little while, smiling with an occasional tear while planning for a new life and life style.
Your lucky I don't go grab that new cattle prod you keep bragging about in your truck, ....(so many interesting choices of words to complete this rhyme)
When I am done with it you might say you will really "feel" down on your luck. LOL
Just kidding, don't be scared, it was just a joke, I would never use this shinny new cattle prod and give anyone a poke. So, see you later Mr. Cowboy Hat, here's your cattle prod, I just want to dance, dance dance, with nothing more serious than that.
The Horse In My Dreams
The Horse In My Dreams
The Horse In My Dreams
Tonight is not the night to type.....but as long as I am up.
I believe one day I will have a horse of my own, one that shares my love and together we will freely roam. I would never lock it up in a small lonely pen or tie it down so it could never run again.
Living with horses on a lake with lots of land, the beauty of the water with kids playing in the sand. Midnight swims in the moonlight xxxxxxxx not even water can come between xxxxxxx.
Nxxxx wants a pony because "she is short", Jxxx wants a ball and bat because he loves that sport. Crayons here, crayons there, it's a mess but guess what, I really don't care.
I imagine the water shimmering in my eyes, now only too much sunlight brings tears to my eyes. .........
A hike around our land to the trail we grew to love, shimmering leaves protect us from the sun's heat from up above. The sun fades as we move up the hill and out of sight, no words need to be said as we move together in the moonlight.
Proverbs 4:26-27 - 26 Carefully consider the path for your feet, and all your ways will be established. 27 Don’t turn to the right or to the left; keep your feet away from evil.
Shortened Poetry
They Lost It All
They Lost It All
They Lost It All
An old boyfriend called to check on her today, he knew how hard it was for her on Mothers Day. Surprised he remembered but glad he called, she reflected back on his kindness and how strong he'd been when he and his precious wife lost it all.
She had never been given the chance so they shared a somewhat similar circumstance. They had los
An old boyfriend called to check on her today, he knew how hard it was for her on Mothers Day. Surprised he remembered but glad he called, she reflected back on his kindness and how strong he'd been when he and his precious wife lost it all.
She had never been given the chance so they shared a somewhat similar circumstance. They had lost their most precious one of all, understanding why she didn't want to get out of bed or return calls.
Here was an old book that always brought a smile, it had ended easily because of his gentleman's style. After many fun and friendly dates they became good friends, knowing anything else might lead to their friendship's end.
Midnight rides
They Lost It All
They Lost It All
Sara grew up on a country lake far away from city lights. Bonfires and camping on the beach often filled dark summer nights. Horses and chickens ran around the place, you never knew what animals were going to show up only to disappear without a trace.
Late night four wheeling through woods underneath the stars, riding double with matchin
Sara grew up on a country lake far away from city lights. Bonfires and camping on the beach often filled dark summer nights. Horses and chickens ran around the place, you never knew what animals were going to show up only to disappear without a trace.
Late night four wheeling through woods underneath the stars, riding double with matching Wranglers far more romantic than local bars. Hanging on to a summer love while he drove, moonlight with the smell of honeysuckle always present with a shortcut through the groves.
Then came those moments when you knew it was time, moonlight would lead him to stop for a kiss his memory would not leave behind. The trick was getting him to turn back around and drive on so you wouldn't have to let him down.
Kicking the sand around with his boot, stating his case why we should stay so I can bless him with my loot. (LOL, men) This particular memory makes me giggle, the threats to end it all if I didn't give in a little.
Sometimes on Mondays there was a kind of regret, for all those "break up with you if you don't" moonlight threats. xxxxxxx??
Not Sure
choices
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"Should of", "could of", "would of", "I did", or "I didn't", each one can change the outcome of a rhyme. All can be looked back on with regret, satisfaction, longing or wonder over time. Sometimes it is best like Johnny Cash said, to "walk the right line".
Bouncing back and forth between "should of", "could of", "would of" so glad yo
"Should of", "could of", "would of", "I did", or "I didn't", each one can change the outcome of a rhyme. All can be looked back on with regret, satisfaction, longing or wonder over time. Sometimes it is best like Johnny Cash said, to "walk the right line".
Bouncing back and forth between "should of", "could of", "would of" so glad you didn't have to make a choice. Listening to the logic in your head and not giving your heart a voice.
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When Poetry Comes to Life
Temporary Magic
As I walk through the lights and all of these rides, sentimental feelings begin rising up inside. Memories of laughter nestled between squeals of fear, while remembering the ones who used to hold me so near.
Some days are like the tilt-a-whirl spinning out of control, other days are like the zipper with so many ups and downs you wonder if you will ever be made whole. The funny house with all the mirrors reflecting different faces, sort of like the ones we now pick from depending on what the place is.
Just like real life, some games are fair and others are not, dependent upon heart of the one running it as to whether or not you have a shot. Balloons for popping with fish swimming around, are effective tools to help the last five dollars in your pocket be found.
Neon lights reflected in little one's eyes, while staring at stacks of stuffed animals appearing to go as high as the night sky.
"Can we go on that one?" followed by "Will you hold my hand", gives us older folks the chance to feel the magic again.
I always hate leaving this temporary magical state, with its dirt aisles and "Fair Game" signs all over the place. One week it's here and then its gone, but for me and the ink in my pen the memories will live on.
A Curious Song
I heard a song today bringing words to my heart. Could it be curiosity is the key to real love from the start? Isn't curiosity what leads us to turn for a second look, sometimes the gaze lingers and before you know it, your heart is hooked.
I think curiosity must last longer than lust, when knowing them better becomes your heart's must. To know who they are deep in their soul, requires curiosity to dig and dig just like a cute mole.
Curiosity to know who they are beyond closing time's walk out the door, wondering why it feels different than all the times before. Curiosity glances over and over at the light in their eyes, the same way we do when there is a full moon in the sky.
Curiosity makes the heart willing to patiently wait, sensing precious treasure may be found with more than a few dates. The words lust and love, are sadly..... easily exchanged, love is sometimes said when you barely know each other's name.
To me, lust has no curiosity at all, its just a few nights where someone hoping for love gave it all. Love is curious and looks deep into your eyes, holding hands while asking questions not wanting you to compromise.
Curiosity in love seeks to know what is best for each other, so it can protect and cherish the treasure it discovered. Lust doesn't last long after passions moment, not curious at all as if finding love is it's opponent.
Best friends who you chose to stay with you for life's ride, you can bet curiosity helped you determine what was really inside. Do they like red or maybe white, or could tea and water make their meal just right.
What does that canyon or those mountains look like, curiosity leads you to take the time to find out on a hike. Is that delicious, mouth watering, yummy steak as good as it looks, curiosity leads you to the best places and an empty pocketbook.
I think I have reached my final decision, a man without curiosity is boring without any vision. A life without curiosity would be the color grey, with no surprises, wondrous hikes and passionate love to color our days.
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A personal life verse:
Trust in the Lord with all your heart and do not rely on what you think you understand. In all that you do from day to day, look to Him and He will direct you to the best pathway. Proverbs 3:5-6
Little Scraped Knees
God, do you and Jesus look at each other and smile, watching me run around trying to do it myself until I collapse into a pile? Do you laugh and enjoy my crazy, wild heart, knowing I usually get myself into a bit of trouble before I even start?
I think about how You love me more than my human heart can understand. The closest I can get to it, is looking down at little fingers holding tightly to my hand. Eyes that say "I trust you" when scary rides blow their mind. Little eyes looking for reassurance, their hearts knowing I would never be unkind.
Do you feel the same when grown up eyes look up at You? When they ask for off limits things you know will leave them feeling blue. I bet Your heart cries the same as mine, when little knees get scraped and bruised for the 100th time.
How many tears have You and Jesus wiped away, millions and billions I bet, just like mine today. Thank you for the Kleenex of Your great love, used to wipe away my tears with peace that could only come from heaven above.
This is all pretty scary today, I am grateful You see my blue eyes looking up trusting You will never turn away. Thank You for the glory of the woods and the moon up above, created so after a day like this, it's Your way of giving me a big hug.
Birthday Wishes
Draft Forever
Eighty four people called, gave presents and sent notes to wish me a great day, but one of the voices I longed to hear was too far away. My head tells me the reason but it doesn't stop my heart from crying. Most days are better but to say it is all good would be a lie.
I guess from your place up above you saw me do some stupid things, I really messed up when it came to buying that land, love and rings. If what I believe is true and you see me stumbling down here today, please talk to God and ask Him to give me strength to make it through these next few days.
I was priceless treasure in your eyes, I can recall that safe feeling when I look up into blue skies. My heart longs to feel your hugs, your love and your butterfly kisses. You always paid close attention to all my heart's wishes.
Jesus said He went back to Heaven to prepare a home for all of us, so I know you are there waiting because in God's word I do trust. Only those who have lost their most of all can understand, how hard it is some days to reach out and not feel your loving hand.
So today in the quiet of this room I will play your last message to me, a Happy Birthday song followed by "I love you" ironically.
I am just Another Woman At The Well
Jesus revealed himself for the first time to a woman. Not just any woman, but one the world had labeled as "bad" so all the other women shunned her. What an amazing Savior! He picked her.
Another Woman At The Well
Oh God, help me turn around, guiltless before those watching is what I hope to be found. Their eyes of judgement bore down on me, so I lifted my wounded heart to thee.
Trusted friends with surprising cruel eyes, put me back in my place where they knew I would die. Die of a broken heart with eyes to the sky, knowing they had all been part of the lie.
Does my precious God really want this for me? Does He really shrug his shoulders, turn away and not see? Does the law justify so much pain? Modern day Pharisees with their red-letter stains.
Warriors heart, I feel your beat, don’t fail me as I rise to my feet. Beat strong, beat steady as I open the door and I run towards freedom like I never have before.
With each step fire burns again in my eyes, and strength once lost is felt again my thighs. Power guided by God above, flows through my arms with boundaries set by His love. The wind blows again through my hair, and I know the Holy Spirit is there.
I see Jesus in the distance, and he wipes the pain from my eyes. Dear Daughter, so loved the world need you, so be free and don’t cry. I did not wish this pain for you but know the leading in your heart is true.
Feel the wind in your hair, see the glorious mountains in your eyes and run with freedom beneath my blue skies.
Silly But Lovely
Gossip
**Do We Have The Full Story?
We all have a choice with stories, gossip, photos, and videos we may see. So many miss the mark of truth so we have to give time, time, to reveal reality. Maybe there’s more to the story or maybe in time you'll find out there’s way less. When you find out it was never them so a new paper cut leaves a
Gossip
**Do We Have The Full Story?
We all have a choice with stories, gossip, photos, and videos we may see. So many miss the mark of truth so we have to give time, time, to reveal reality. Maybe there’s more to the story or maybe in time you'll find out there’s way less. When you find out it was never them so a new paper cut leaves a mess.
Be careful with what you don’t know, don’t always assume the worst about which way someone's life is going to go (even if it seems to move slow). For the moment, based on what you see, you may be right but what if you are wrong. Once time does it's thing you may have picked the wrong song.
However, for now, until that day, there is nothing else for the mind to go on, so the song is right and the writer (poet) (poem) is wrong.
About Paper Cuts and Band-aids
The Captain's Birthday
The Captain's Birthday
The Captain's Birthday
(445 days of drafts)
Just in case the Captain looked her way, Sara took a moment to celebrate him even though his circumstances required she sail away. God had blessed Sara with his kind, humble and wise eyes. The thought of them would "always" warm her heart when looking at the moon at night.
She prayed and asked God to bless The Capt
(445 days of drafts)
Just in case the Captain looked her way, Sara took a moment to celebrate him even though his circumstances required she sail away. God had blessed Sara with his kind, humble and wise eyes. The thought of them would "always" warm her heart when looking at the moon at night.
She prayed and asked God to bless The Captain this year, to protect him with angels so he never face anything at sea bringing fear. To make his hikes easy with glorious sights to make him smile, and strength to help him walk no matter how many the miles.
She knew he would be surrounded by his love and shipmates with good food and laughter, she hoped someone played his favorite music so loud it shook the rafters. What a kind, caring Captain he was with a generous heart, Sara believed it was gratitude for his blessings leading him to start.
Happy Birthday she whispered to the moon, she hoped one day she can hug his neck and say thank you but she knew for now, there was no room.
Ephesians 4:2 With all humility and gentleness, with patience, bearing with one another in love,
“The Lord makes firm the steps of the one who delights in him.” – Psalms 37:23
“Do to others as you would have them do to you.” – Luke 6:31
“Not looking to your own interests but each of you to the interests of the others.” – Philippians 2:4
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PItter Patter
The Captain's Birthday
The Captain's Birthday
(378 days of drafts)
Pitter patter, she did not want to miss them; pitter patter came down the rain. But Sara knew down deep inside, nothing would ever be the same. Pitter patter, pitter patter, she thanked God they were sent at just the right time. They sailed into her world with eyes reflecting a soul that was humble and kind.
Her reali
(378 days of drafts)
Pitter patter, she did not want to miss them; pitter patter came down the rain. But Sara knew down deep inside, nothing would ever be the same. Pitter patter, pitter patter, she thanked God they were sent at just the right time. They sailed into her world with eyes reflecting a soul that was humble and kind.
Her reality, unknown to many, even those who loved her so, were words like, unloved, untouched, and "almost" broken, silently carried wherever Sara would go. Her heart trusted them with her words and hidden truth. Maybe just an illusion of support, but it brought joy, like fresh flowers, to her eyes God made blue.
Pitter patter, the rain became heavy with reality’s soft blowing wind. Sara’s heart was beginning to accept instead of a new love; she had made a new friend. Pitter patter, pitter patter she smiled, it was only a fairy tale written in her mind; besides, she had gotten stuck on which spelling to use, is it entwined or intwined?
Her cabin shook with the sound of thunder while lightning lit up the ocean waves, more words had come to her pen and with their perceived support Sara quietly let the world know what she had to say. Maybe, there was no support or caring thought in their mind, if so, her heart told a lie, and her instincts had been blind.
But regardless of whether it was real, maybe yes or maybe no, for a while it was truth to her and no one else need ever know. A loyal friend Sara would remain, even it in the end she found out she was talking to no one and thus...insane. LOL
How do I account for all of this? To Sara it seemed a one in a million chance, but now she was sure she was not the only one who found themselves in the same circumstance. Who cares she thought, I needed them more than they will ever know, without their perceived love and support God only know if she would have had the strength to......, well we will never know. :)
Isaiah 4:6 God will provide be a shelter and shade from the heat of the day, and a refuge and hiding place from the STORM and RAIN.
Ports of Coincidence
The Captain's Birthday
Ports of Coincidence
(Arrives at same port not knowing the other one was there, yet again.)
How interesting to once again be in the same port of rest at the same time, another one in a million situations Sara would reflect on in a rhyme. These reflections bring to mind the correct answer of NO, they couldn't shake hands for the first time and say hello.
When t
(Arrives at same port not knowing the other one was there, yet again.)
How interesting to once again be in the same port of rest at the same time, another one in a million situations Sara would reflect on in a rhyme. These reflections bring to mind the correct answer of NO, they couldn't shake hands for the first time and say hello.
When two friends, both with kind hearts, understand they can’t even say hello to start. It doesn’t mean that they are mad, sad, happy, unloving or unkind, it means at least one of them is smart.
It's good when you can silently observe someone's ways, you can see who they really are under a real time gaze. Back to the lakes and mountains, Sara will go to prepare, seeking peace and rest with all she finds there.
Maybe or maybe not Sara misread the charts she used sailing on this sea, once again it was time to be quiet and for now let the ship be. For the same "reasons" why there was no hello, God willing, she will do the right thing and
for now, let it go.
8 Finally, Sara, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.
6. Sara, Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.
7. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard Sara's heart and mind in Christ Jesus.
Philippians 4: 6-8
Rest Stops
A Someday Love
We stop to rest beneath the trees, and from the lake comes a cool breeze. I wonder again how this came to be, because one in a million odds, when won, are hard to believe.
Then, I felt real love on my skin. The caress of their hand, lingered softly like the wind. Passion's kiss was felt again, knowing I will walk beside him until the end.
Snack Machines
She opened her world for only one friend to see, never dreaming where her heart would take her or even how this could be. She had been betrayed for so many years, vowing never to give anyone the chance to bring back more tears.
She knows her dreams and what her heart is telling her to write. For now, there is nothing anyone can do unless
She opened her world for only one friend to see, never dreaming where her heart would take her or even how this could be. She had been betrayed for so many years, vowing never to give anyone the chance to bring back more tears.
She knows her dreams and what her heart is telling her to write. For now, there is nothing anyone can do unless they choose to do what is not right. New friends with good hearts, raised well enough to know, until all is settled there is no room to grow.
It is truly a miracle what songs can do, even with thousands of miles of pavement between the two. She loves God with all her might, and for now, that keeps her from running into the moonlight.
But no matter what happens at least now she knows, her passion had returned so she would take a chance again tears could flow. God created all the words and dreams of her heart, so with or without the moon she would be given a second chance at a new start.
Maybe the moon and all she saw in its light, would be a trusted friend once she could dance into the night. If that was true she would be surprised, but knows she will see love and moonbeams again in someone eyes.
Musings for new stuff
What beauty captured by the lights reflecting off your metal skin. Imagining the power behind the sounds created by your speed and the wind. How do so many miss this intoxicating beauty before our eyes, found sometimes on the ground and sometimes in the skies.
sitting here at the motorsports park trying to decide which way I’ll go. The rabbit holes are many with different paths I still love and know. It was strange walking inside, I saw them and wondered if it best to hide. what if they figure out it is me, always creating for others with photos of ...... done by none other than me.
Unmet...
well, Sara supposed that could be true. (They had already found their special one so she supposed she could too).....Slowly building or rebuilding friendships over coffee and late night conversations, (with everything on the table, maybe just a silly idealistic fable), would ensure that statement was untrue... (not true). So glad it had already worked out this way for her kind friend, she believed someday it too will be her story, before life's end.
Coffee again?
Yes…. Sara wasn’t looking for a casual one, two, three, four, five, six one night stands. (seven would be a week) (?Someday, there will be early morning coffee and late night conversations developing into something deeper with the right man?). This brought a smile to her eyes, wondering who he was and if he too was looking at the stars in the skies.
Even if my heart's words are unrealistic, I AM allowed to dream Sara thought with a smile. So, until he finds me, my poetry it will be where those unrealistic dreams can stay for a while (way it can go for now)……and just like bad, grammer (grammar) and a mispelled (misspelled) word or two...so what? a girl can dream and write lovely poetry.... can't she? …. How now brown cow
Perfection's Prison
Blessed are those who can imagine perfect love, captured "only" perfectly in poetry and rhyme, understanding real life brings challenges creating heart bruises over time. Cursed are those trapped within the "prison" of perfection being a reality in life, prison bars placed on everyone and everything created, leaving them dissatisfied and trapped in imagined perfection's strife. (?Doing it or that over and over and over and over until they give up, still unsatisfied and expectations never being me?)
To the sea....
He must have seen her heartfelt cries as she headed towards the rocks yesterday, when those cries passed by the lighthouse of reality, Sara knew she would be okay. Sara trusted God knew and heard all the heartfelt words she prayed. Besides, there are so many little ships in that Big Ship's port Sara thought with a smile. Just like back in the day for her dad, she could see those little ships stretched on for at least a nautical mile. (smile)
So stop, don't look anymore, live in reality just like before. Lucky friend, you found your one star with many others blinking hello at the door. My friend, be careful, so many wonderful ones....don't run them all ashore. (wink)
