Afternoon, blackie!
Posted on 03/07/2006 9:06:41 PM PST by Soaring Feather
In the Concrete Confessional
He kneels on the little room’s hard stone floor,
clasps his hands tightly and bows his weary head,
whispering soft the truest words he’s ever held within.
Only he and his maker know his last words,
and the weary heart from which they came,
and the depth and width of a lost soul in pain.
He confesses his transgressions and more,
feeling the bite, the bitterness of what he’s said,
the too long list of his life long toll of sin.
Knowing the futility of hope, grace unheard,
and setting the record straight in His name,
he now waits to see if he’ll transcend his mortal stain.
Hi Reaper,
He is great, isn't he?? He authored both the lyrics and the music.
Texas Songwriter, you have another fan. ;)
Excellent poem, Knitting, thank you.
You mean I missed everyone of them?? LOL
In the Concrete Confessional
WOW good poem.
Afternoon Ms Feather!
Snow, oh my, we have has rain!! Nearly all the snow is gone now. YAY. It is very damp and chilly outside now. Don't care very much for that.
You told me I could not cheat. ;(
The snow barely stuck, it's 39°F, right now at 1351 hours.
It almost 5:00pm here, of course the sun it out. Time for it to set! ;(
Always happens that way.
Be Ever Vigilant!
You betcha!
Molon Labe!
Gold Wrapping Paper
The story goes that some time ago a mother punished her 5 year old daughter for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and she became even more upset when the child used the gold paper to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.
Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box to her mother the next morning and said, "This is for you, Momma."
The mother was embarrassed by her earlier over reaction, but her anger flared again when she opened the box and found it was empty. She spoke to her daughter in a harsh manner. "Don't you know, young lady, when you give someone a present there's supposed to be something inside the package?"
She had tears in her eyes and said, "Oh, Momma, it's not empty! I blew kisses into it until it was full." The mother was crushed. She fell on her knees and put her arms around her little girl, and she begged her forgiveness for her thoughtless anger.
An accident took the life of the child only a short time later, and it is told that the mother kept that gold box by her bed for all the years of her life. Whenever she was discouraged or faced difficult problems she would open the box and take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.
In a very real sense, each of us, as human beings, have been given a golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, family, friends and GOD. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.
Furthermore, I don't like your trick questions. LOL
I missed every one of them cause I could not cheat. :(
Hey I have a new poem, it's kind of dark though. LOL!
Well, are you gonna post it for us?? ;)
Furthermore, I don't like your trick questions. LOL
I missed every one of them cause I could not cheat. :(
You told me I could not cheat. ;(
True, but I did give you ample time to apply sweet words and flattery (as I had suggested), as I have a real weakness for beautiful women, and you passed it up. How could I let you slide on the answers, when you didn't even try to sweet talk me or anything???
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