Tag: heart
member name: Bethany C.
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January 23, 2008 12:44 AM EST --
I forget sometimes
how fragile we are.
I stomp like
a boisterous child
through somebody's garden,
never thinking
about the consequences--
and they are many.
I run . . .
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January 20, 2008 04:02 AM EST --
You mock my
Testimony,
While my heart weeps.
I do not weep
As you suppose,
Because I cannot take
The pain of your mockery.
I can take it, dish it out. . . .
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February 10, 2008 05:11 AM EST --
Yesterday, I was in a upheaval. I just didn't know what to do with myself.
We'd brought my Dad to a nursing home which will now be his permanent home,
and I thought I wasn't going . . .
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February 18, 2008 11:07 AM EST --
Don't you wish
You had somebody
Who could help you
Figure out the right thing to do?
Somebody who could just
Take over your body
And make you say and do
A few of the right things? . . .
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February 18, 2008 12:05 PM EST --
Well, I've got my Dad in a nursing home. In ways it's a lot harder than I thought it would be, but in some ways (and I feel guilty about this) it's a lot easier.
You'd . . .
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June 26, 2008 03:24 AM EDT --
So much I want to share with you!
Things, sometimes sad, I hold inside.
Depths of hurts unexpressed, unallowed,
Threaten the dynamics of who we are
And what we mean to one another.
Some thoughts . . .
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July 14, 2008 01:29 PM EDT --
I take heart when I see the love of God
Shining in the eyes of others.
I think to myself, Ah, yes, there is hope;
That hope I see in the eyes of a child.
I try hard to let the love shine from . . .
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June 25, 2008 11:40 PM EDT --
Believe it or not, I used to be a C-store manager. Not the perfect manager, but, I like to think, not the worst. At least, people kept paying me to do it.
As a manager, . . .
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January 27, 2008 05:14 AM EST --
"Father, forgive them, they know not what they do."
I think the hardest job in life is getting understanding.
It's easier to mow a person down
Guns blazing, all righteous . . .
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June 06, 2008 07:09 PM EDT --
I love you.
I know this is a foreign concept...
That someone could love you and not
Agree with your sin...
But I do.
I'd like to tell you
That I will never speak
Harsh words or disagree . . .
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June 29, 2008 03:38 AM EDT --
I hurt you
I didn't mean to do it
But I hurt you.
I forgot that most basic,
Of my mother's tenets
"If you can't say something
Nice, don't say anything at all.
Forgive . . .
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July 31, 2008 02:57 PM EDT --
I know it is a sin to talk to the dead. But I missed her so much! And I told myself that I wasn’t really trying to call her from beyond the grave, which would have been the true sin . . . .
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June 17, 2008 03:41 PM EDT --
The painting moved me,
I saw in it a hundred things.
Emotions from a memory past.
The longings of a troubled heart.
The victory of love, and so much more.
I stared at it, unwilling--no,
. . .
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October 15, 2008 02:39 PM EDT --
When I signed up to be your friend
I wanted to do everything possible
To bring you joy and show you love.
I did not quite remember then
That I have always been human,
And being . . .
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June 28, 2008 11:40 PM EDT --
So this is it then?
What about all the big plans
I held so close to my heart
Since I was a child?
What about the things left
Unfinished, unspoken, undecided?
I thought there would be... . . .
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July 02, 2008 08:12 AM EDT --
Friends, once close, go out of my life
Like a wisp of fog at the sunrise.
Lord, I think (I talk to God regular)
Where did they go, why did they?
He reminds me of that scripture
In Job, . . .
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July 25, 2008 07:33 PM EDT --
Do we know when we look at
One another what we see?
Do we?
We see an old man pushing
Shaking fingers through thin
gray hair.
His wife sees the prince
Who won her heart.
We see . . .
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August 15, 2008 12:36 PM EDT --
There are times I cannot
Read your poetry, my friend.
Although I love you much,
It hurts me to my soul.
It carries me to other worlds
Besides my own. Painful worlds.
And tears my heart . . .
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January 25, 2009 04:48 PM EST --
My ordinary voice is not much like
The voice of my soul.
Outwardly,
I am a crude, ungenteel woman
Of overly generous proportions.
I laugh too loud and talk too much.
I do not pay attention . . .
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January 27, 2009 10:19 PM EST --
I'm so far behind on reading or viewing and commenting on so many wonderful people's stuff here on Gather.
I keep thinking I want to go check out this person or that's writing, art, photos, . . .
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