acid tears
of regret fall
as I muse on
where the train
went off the track
Monday, July 30, 2007
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Saturday, July 28, 2007
What lessons am being asked
to learn from this life?
Why the rain?
Why the storms?
Why am I so
inadequately prepared?
What am I being asked
to discard?
Unneeded layers
I've wrapped myself in
given to me
by well meaning ancestors
trying to protect me
trying to prepare me
But now they are
burdensome
and restricting
preventing me from
living as I am intended to live--
wrapped in the arms of God.
to learn from this life?
Why the rain?
Why the storms?
Why am I so
inadequately prepared?
What am I being asked
to discard?
Unneeded layers
I've wrapped myself in
given to me
by well meaning ancestors
trying to protect me
trying to prepare me
But now they are
burdensome
and restricting
preventing me from
living as I am intended to live--
wrapped in the arms of God.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Monday, July 23, 2007
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