by compound complex 135 Replies latest jw friends
The idealism and hope in a teenage mind ..... 1969
IF
If people would give
so others might live !
If people would let it be
so others might be free
If people were willing to take
yes overlook a mistake
If people would measure with understanding
not being too demanding
If people would always greet
but never with deceit
If people would only love
displaying fruits of Him above
If people would only feel
most of earth's wounds would heal
Yes IF .....................
Cal
" What speaks within your eyes ? "
She has been swept off the rocky height......
crashing and falling to the depths below !
A merciless, endless death-dealing fall.....
it goes unheard but for the echoes of her deathly call
It rings again and again in the valley below
only to be heard by think-less trees and snow !
For she is stranded alone to face the woe ......
Life but spark , reduced to the faintest glow
Finally reduced to silence she bears the blow
slowly and commonly braving the bitter snow
Shear grip-less rock face her above
Dejected , rejected by all but God's endless love
Her mental power grind and bind
upon thinking what she's lost and left behind
this is the point at which I fail to completely understand
This hidden reserve of unleashed force
which it bears in silence to climb a faultless course !
undertaking a seemingly endless quest to mountains peak !
I stand in awe, unable to comprehend or speak !
now reaching the peak at near sprinting pace ....
frozen tears of victory forming a godly glow upon her face !
Proving deeper than the depths is her faith and love..
deep hope and admiration for her God yet farther above
What speaks within your eyes ? VICTORY !
Caliber
A heartfelt Classic throughout the ages of time.
Before I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man, who's not a creep,
One who's handsome, smart and strong.
One who loves to listen long,
One who thinks before he speaks,
One who'll call, not wait for weeks.
I pray he's gainfully employed,
When I spend his cash, won't be annoyed.
Pulls out my chair and opens my door.
Massages my back and begs to do more.
Oh! Send me a man who'll make love to my mind,
Knows what to answer to 'how big is my behind?'
I pray that this man will love me to no end,
And always be my very best friend.
I pray for a deaf-mute gymnast nymphomaniac with
huge boobs who owns a bar on a golf course,
and loves to send me fishing and drinking. This
doesn't rhyme and I don't give a shit.
Tomorrow, two weeks will have gone by.
I feel better physically, but still no memory of that day, 11-05-08.
I have resigned myself to the fact that it may be gone forever.
Imagine that, a whole day blotted out. How I feel for those who have been in a coma or suffer from total amnesia! It must be unsettling if not completely terrifying.
I have my daughters, my grandchildren, my estranged husband for support. They've rallied around me like the troopers they are. I give thanks for them, for the neighbors who have been most solicitous, and for my boss who goes out of his way to make me feel comfortable.
Yet, I still hope and cling to the thought that soon the events of that day will shine crystal clear through my murky memory.
Sylvia
THE FORGIVEN
Please come JUSTICE with slash of sword and steel inflicting swift and visible blow
in time it's mark is hidden save for the healing power of natures scars
But what of it's wielding tongue that focus upon the heart ?
what of inward wounds left in piercing ones spirit ?
then incessantly calls on and on in such ridiculing taunt
the defensive jester distracts but merely postpones the judges rightful demand
but inner awareness makes known it's insidious grip
and seems unwilling to be bribed in penance sacrifice
What can you say to your heart of hearts..
to come face to face in tear filled sorrow
and to yearn for the crushed spirits weighted relief
to be left in a river of drowning tears in searching for amends
self-worth and pure justice ever pressing it's inward command!
that self-imposed justice may release it biting sentence
yearning on and on for forgiveness in dear smiling face
then never more sweeter words or nor shinning smile to see.......
the pure sweet joy to hear...
I FORGIVE YOU ! ! !
THE FORGIVEN
Please come JUSTICE with slash of sword and steel inflicting swift and visible blow
in time it's mark is hidden save for the healing power of natures scars
But what of it's wielding tongue that focus upon the heart ?
what of inward wounds left in piercing ones spirit ?
then incessantly calls on and on in such ridiculing taunt
the defensive jester distracts but merely postpones the judges rightful demand
but inner awareness makes known it's insidious grip
and seems unwilling to be bribed in penance sacrifice
What can you say to your heart of hearts..
to come face to face in tear filled sorrow
and to yearn for the crushed spirits weighted relief
to be left in a river of drowning tears in searching for amends
self-worth and pure justice ever pressing it's inward command!
that self-imposed justice may release it biting sentence
yearning on and on for forgiveness in dear smiling face
then never more sweeter words or nor shinning smile to see.......
the pure sweet joy to hear...
I FORGIVE YOU ! ! !
Wow - I only read the first page so far. CoCo and Sparky- good stuff!
