Each breath shallows
tentative, I hold my own
I miss his crooked smile
he soon will be going home
each given love’s “goodbye”
the tears full in a jar
tomorrow seems awaiting
too close and yet so far
Each breath shallows
tentative, I hold my own
I miss his crooked smile
he soon will be going home
each given love’s “goodbye”
the tears full in a jar
tomorrow seems awaiting
too close and yet so far
Learning to live by the indwelling life of Christ.
Gud skaper noko nytt ved sitt Ord og sin Ande, vi kan ta imot det i tru og få oppleve at han gjer sitt verk med oss. Hans skaparkraft verkar konstuktivt i våre liv og skaper noko som er verdifullt for oss. Naturkreftene verkar nedebrytande, i fylgje entropilova, men Gud er Ånd og det som er født av hans Ande består. Jesu frelsesverk er fullbrakt og fullkome. Han er den siste Adam, som er ifrå himmelen og som for oss har vorte ei livgjevande ånd. Han gjev oss den Heilage Ande frå himmelen av berre nåde. Han gjev oss det evige livet.
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
Thanks for following a cowgirl on her crazy life journey.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
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That pains a lot!
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Indeed a strong sense of pain in these lines.
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Nice poem, Leslie. 🙂
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It is always so hard, anticipating a goodbye to someone dear. Nice to see you, Leslie.
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This hurts even to read. I wish you better times, Leslie.
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__ Kitchen fragrances, always bring a thought of my Mom; she always said that the kitchen was one of her creative and happy places. _m
I sniff the air
and scents enter my minds realm
that she was
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Reblogged this on Talmidimblogging.
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Reblogged this on Ned Hamson's Second Line View of the News.
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This drew a deep sigh from me.. the pain and yearning is so raw so very palpable in your words! Sending hugs and love 💖
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Indeed. I smiled and then I sighed. Smile for the love we share and sigh for the inevitable depart.
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