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Posted on 01/02/2006 7:52:08 AM PST by Soaring Feather
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I hope I do half as well when I reach his age . . . my paternal Grandmother lived to be 94 . . .so, hope springs eternal!!! . . . ;-)
Whoops . . . I forgot the Good night y'all!!! . . . ;-)
The purses are truly beautiful. The cards are just so perfect, many many thanks! Each card will be a wish and a prayer for each they get sent to. You are a gifted artist, no matter the medium you seem to choose.
Nan
In the Well of the Soul
In the silence of the mind there is a place,
deep within that only you will ever know.
Here lives that part of you outside the race,
and here only you will ever dare to go.
Many names for it exist, all to describe,
and yet no one has ever been there but you.
Some try to hide from it with what they imbibe,
and others find stranger things to consume, they do!
No matter the effort to defeat this place within,
you will find it still there, no matter what you do.
It is stronger then steel, untarnished even by sin,
brighter then any sun, and its touch evil comes to rue.
It is that small place in which the grace of God burns,
even in the darkest heart, in the darkest night alone.
It makes us know right from wrong, each in its turns,
though we may not admit it, it makes a part of us atone.
If you seek it, feed it, set it free, it consumes you in kind,
in a fire without heat, forever more, and you are humbled.
Faith and memory, things you take beyond time you’ll find,
treasures beyond gold, there even for those who’ve stumbled.
A promise made, will be kept by Him who never forgets,
if you but spend the coin of faith and trust His word.
There for you to find in every sunrise and every sunset,
echoing in a place deep inside your tattered soul if heard.
In the Well of the Soul
Wonderful poem!
Thank you.
Thank you bestest girlfriend:)
You're welcome, bestest girlfriend. Have a wonderful day.
Have a happy, Fatima!
A prayer for you today:
To the Immaculate Heart
O Heart who knows well
how to love,
as generous as human heart
can be,
channel of God's grace
for this sad world,
ark of the covenant,
who carried within you
the one who created you,
You who offered your love,
Your generous heart
no matter the cost,
the sorrow,
the grief,
or how many swords would pass through
simply because the Lord asked it,
simply because you loved greatly,
Simply because that was you.
Mother of my Lord,
Immaculata,
Heaven's brightest rose,
Great-heart,
Full of Grace,
blessed,
Pray for us now, and at the hour of our deaths,
Amen.
I'm still in a song writing mode:
Goes to this tune:
http://www.contemplator.com/midimusic/maidwho.mid
Remember man, that thou are dust,
to dust you shall return
When God shall call your spirit home
to soar with him or burn.
He has told you what is good O man,
what matters most of all --
So choose you wisely while you may
To walk with him or fall.
Some do think when they are young
That what they want is right.
Power, love, or frenzied games,
While they are young and bright.
But like the flowers of the field
That bloom so bright in May
The time will come as days run by
That brightness fades away.
When darkness comes crashing down
and lovers lose their charms,
And power leaves a bitter taste,
Hope crumble in your arms,
O what will fill the aching gap
That burns within your soul?
What can fill your emptiness
And make your spirit whole?
Remember Man, that thou art dust,
But Jesus wore that dust too,
To open wide the doors of grace,
Healing, cleansing and true.
If you listen to his voice,
and follow where he leads you,
Living waters there will quench your thirst
And the Bread of life will feed you.
Listen, Man, he calls you now
To make your wounded life whole.
To heal the pain in your aching heart,
To fill that gap in your soul.
He calls to you with gentle voice
Gives light to show you the way,
Love divine from Heaven's door
To fill your heart today.
VERY NICE, Knitting! BRAVA!!
Love the tune.
Amen,Thank you Knitting A Conundrum.
Thanks... well I didn't really have a speech prepared, but here it goes..... I'd like to thank my mom and my dad and my friends and for anyone I missed thank you all and good night!!!LOL LOL LOL!!!!! :)
You're very welcome Nan . . . and thank you also for the appreciation . . . ;-)
Good night to my Lair Family . . . Awwww!!! . . . ;-)
Good night, Hope. Sorry I missed you.
Sand Jams and Dreams
Thoughts are like flowing sand
for once they gain even a small entrance
they flow in
and keep the once open door of the mind
from closing
and still they enter
bring in ideas and dreams
doubts and fears
hopes and fruitful imagination
layers upon layers
each a foundation for the next
each hiding the one before
until a mind must open fully
or clog with stagnant possibilities
Destiny from a Flute
It was on the shore of the loch it was, the night, a September eve,
I walked along the northern shore, the path, a moonlit glimmer.
Silence filled the night, but for my gentle steps upon the twilight to leave,
a fading cadence of a lonely man skirting the fen in light grown dimmer.
From out of the night a flute I heard, a soft, and piercing cry,
a wail soft of a heart lost all, a plaintive prayer meant for no one nigh.
I followed the sounds to the ruin on the hill, oh how time seemed to fly,
and there amid the tumbled stones, a woman did I spy.
Small she was, and dressed in a shepherd’s cape and holding silver flute to hand,
she play the haunting tune once more, as silent I sat and listen spellbound yet again.
A weeping sound, a call to hearts, rent by space and time, perhaps in another land,
at the ending did I hear her sob, her heart clearly torn, and I wept for her lonely pain.
I know not why I crossed the ground, to stand at her silent side, but that I did,
and waited there, for her to speak, if she would so abide.
She saw me then and startled some, yet held her ground she did,
and I felt a passing pride, no timid soul looking where to hide.
Before she spoke I did quick to reassure of myself, though my words were lame,
"Tis but a stranger in this land I am, and pleased for this evening’s meeting",
"your tune drew me like a moth to flame, and I came to ask your own sweet name",
a remark that brought a soft smile to that sad sweet face, and it set my heart to beating.
Her voice was like a silken rose, the softness of a dream,
"Anne Tavish to you, Sire, and thank you for the kindness.
"I played for old memories, that often come to call as they will deem,
I mean not to disturb your walk upon the moor, to diminish it with less."
"Less"? said I in great surprise, "oh Lass, it was sweet and welcome on the night",
"your song was fitting to the mood, and to my heart, nothing could have been so right."
"Enchanted music, a soft gentle call, which rose with petal softness, and touched the moment light",
"I could not have stayed away, for the music touched my soul, a summons I would not fight."
She looked at me, and set those eyes of grey-green looking into mine,
and for a moment I felt as clear as glass, to her deep and knowing eyes.
I realized I could look into them and see reflected stars like pearls on a line,
and in that moment lost my heart true with neither care nor fear of lies.
We walked off across the moor, to someplace we stayed the night,
enraptured by one another, no other souls to distract us from our revelation.
Soft the love that grew between us, it started from that moment, oh so right,
and we found love yet again, where lost we were in separate pain’s privation.
Long its been since that special time where we first were bound,
and long the love we trailed behind us on our way to eternity.
Sometimes I dream she takes that flute in hand, and I hear that gentle sound,
and plays that sweet soft song that bound as one, the separate two as it should be.
Destiny from a Flute
Magic!
Oh my, oh my, enchanting poem. WOW this is so well done.
Talk about being transported into a time warp, you did it!!
I am there, in the midst of the night, in another time another place. Fantastic work.
Thank you so much.
Keeper!
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