A door is opened
some call it a prison
I am refreshed
you are there
dressed in yellow
your face lights up
moments float like petals
younger times
come to mind
we giggle
I take off my uniform
reminded of a perfect day
in a world
Alzheimers is a not allowed
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
Hoping to make the world more beautiful
Books by author Diana Coombes
With previous posting of "Our World" on Blogger
my humanity in written form
Experiments in Creative Writing, and more ....
Poetry by Mich
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Everyday musings ....Life as I see it.......my space, my reflections and thoughts !!
From Board Books to Clean YA
Cherishing the Past while Celebrating the Present
FROM ONE PARENT TO ANOTHER
Living life with dissociative identity disorder and complex ptsd
penned in moon dust 
Yes, it shouldn’t be part of this world. Great little poem.
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Excellent truth
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NEVER EVER allowed.
In memory of my dad, brave heart who battled with this ugly beast for far too many years.
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Hi Moondust Writer – poet extraordinaire … loved this – so evocative and so sad – yes too many get caught in the Alzheimer’s web of end of life … with thoughts – Hilary
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an insightful verse my friend.
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Alas… it’s still here… I know of it too well.
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forward
we take that step
deep within those lost words
and find thoughts in another place
more love
Grand, Moonie_!
__ Returns of love to those of cared then, and still do; we care. _m
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This is a nice poem, I am going to reblog this for you.
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Reblogged this on Truth Troubles.
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