Tuesday, November 27, 2007
her little hand prints
far be it from me to question Gods intentions and I know every thing happens for a reason however I find myself asking "why" so much lately...The little 9 year girl who was rapped and killed in missouri has changed my thought process and left me with the unmistakeable feeling that life is more than cruel its brutal...and the fact that her life ended before it could start was not the brutallity of her suffering it was the way she left her mortality...She had little time to breathe on life and less time to touch it, however she has left hand prints in my mind that will never go away...My 9 year old son is one of my definitions to live and if this were to be his destiny I dont know that I could take the present or future without the past and living would be a struggle to contend with. I ask why this is the world that is supplied with oxygen and carbon monoxide, this is the earth that has planted and buried and this is the living that has given birth and murdered it...I have to ask myself what it is that lets man go on knowing this is the possiblity of the future, that innocence is left to suffer and sinnful is dominating and the answer is, what I make it and only me...I have to teach my beautiful boys to love the Lord because of his devotion and live because of His dedication...Ihave to teach my daughter she is beauty because of his creation and she is loved because of His suffering...I have to hug them everytime I think of that little girl scared and alone crying for the protector she needed and hoping for the mercy from her suffering..I cant shake the feeling this little girl has givin me and maybe I shouldnt, I will remember her forever and I will hold on tight to what the Lord has given me young or old I have to remind myself of the possiblity of the future and love all I have now without expecting more or living for what will be, it is here right now and I will make of it what I should, a blessing,, an unmistakeable, undeniable blessing setting around me at the dinner table and hugging me when I need it and I will share their breath on life and touch living with them...I will enjoy it now because the only certainty of later is its' uncertainty...I cant say how much rowan (the little girl) was loved here but I am certain she isnt asking God why but Hugging him for being there when she needed her protector and giving her mecry when she asked him to...Tomorrow will be what it will be and today is what it is but here and now is what is living and I will Thank God for every second of it...
a gift of presents..
This is just a small tribute to the one person who has been exactly what I needed when I needed it and she not only contributed to my state of mind when I needed her to she gave me life physically and spiritually. She was the breath in my lungs before birth and she fed me with her womb and I needed to say how much I see her as she is the gold of greatness..She is very much alive and she is very much appreciated without her I would not be a portion of characteristic bueaty. I see her as the Lords gift of her presents
As the Memorial Day weekend approaches more rapidly then the last, I am faced with a growing list of memorable beings to honor. The list includes one more then last years and the agenda calls for a day of decorating the site of the beloved ones that deserve a bright display about their final mortal dwelling, to give a summary of their brief appearance and lasting legacy. The weekend schedule is a basic of the last 13 years and will most likely be for as long as I am able. This year however I have had an epiphany of the legacy I have failed to comprehend or paint as exquisite a summary as I should have. I have been consecrated with a measure of elegance and splendor, intrinsic of the beauty that gave structure to my form and furnished me with the essentials of wisdom and instruction. The heavens identify her as the piercing illustration of wonderment and precious energy. The sparkle of night was introduced with the creation of her soul. The bright persona of her devotion impelled the moon and stars to glorify the firmament as she would glorify the earth. The pain she has frequently endured has erupted the mountains with fire and shaken the earth with force and the tears she has damped her face with have hydrated the blossoms of vegetation and feed the spring flourish with growth. The dawn approaches with the anticipation of viewing her fidelity and stability and it retreats with the aspiration of tomorrows glimpse. Her belief in assurance has given ingredient to dull and taste to the bland with the certainty of her belief she has secured the sound of eternal and the feel of everlasting. She is the breath of time and the spirit of principle. The definitions of reason are not an answer she will seek but a question of what she will plant for tomorrows landscape is her reactions. She hurts with pain, she loves with affection, she cries with tears, and she feels with meaning; she has experienced and she has yearned and she knows that the only guarantee of upcoming is what regrets we undo now and how firm she hugs the existing moment. Her love is educating, her understanding is faithful and her aura is angelic. The heavens have allowed the soil to hold her and cuddle her until she is returned to color the aroma of melody with her piercing illustration of wonderment and precious energy so I will humidify the air with tears of joy and gratify God for his majesty and brilliance that he has engendered with the endowment of my protector, shelter, caregiver, and the bearer of my being…
She is she is more then what I could have asked for in a mother and everyday I will thank God for her even after she is gone because she has enstilled a lasting lesson of living and loving every moment, good and bad, that is given to me, to hold on tight to what we can see and touch and even what we cant
As the Memorial Day weekend approaches more rapidly then the last, I am faced with a growing list of memorable beings to honor. The list includes one more then last years and the agenda calls for a day of decorating the site of the beloved ones that deserve a bright display about their final mortal dwelling, to give a summary of their brief appearance and lasting legacy. The weekend schedule is a basic of the last 13 years and will most likely be for as long as I am able. This year however I have had an epiphany of the legacy I have failed to comprehend or paint as exquisite a summary as I should have. I have been consecrated with a measure of elegance and splendor, intrinsic of the beauty that gave structure to my form and furnished me with the essentials of wisdom and instruction. The heavens identify her as the piercing illustration of wonderment and precious energy. The sparkle of night was introduced with the creation of her soul. The bright persona of her devotion impelled the moon and stars to glorify the firmament as she would glorify the earth. The pain she has frequently endured has erupted the mountains with fire and shaken the earth with force and the tears she has damped her face with have hydrated the blossoms of vegetation and feed the spring flourish with growth. The dawn approaches with the anticipation of viewing her fidelity and stability and it retreats with the aspiration of tomorrows glimpse. Her belief in assurance has given ingredient to dull and taste to the bland with the certainty of her belief she has secured the sound of eternal and the feel of everlasting. She is the breath of time and the spirit of principle. The definitions of reason are not an answer she will seek but a question of what she will plant for tomorrows landscape is her reactions. She hurts with pain, she loves with affection, she cries with tears, and she feels with meaning; she has experienced and she has yearned and she knows that the only guarantee of upcoming is what regrets we undo now and how firm she hugs the existing moment. Her love is educating, her understanding is faithful and her aura is angelic. The heavens have allowed the soil to hold her and cuddle her until she is returned to color the aroma of melody with her piercing illustration of wonderment and precious energy so I will humidify the air with tears of joy and gratify God for his majesty and brilliance that he has engendered with the endowment of my protector, shelter, caregiver, and the bearer of my being…
She is she is more then what I could have asked for in a mother and everyday I will thank God for her even after she is gone because she has enstilled a lasting lesson of living and loving every moment, good and bad, that is given to me, to hold on tight to what we can see and touch and even what we cant
the last supper
The last supper
He quietly lurches from one feast to the next devouring every morsel for as long as time will have him. His scenery changes often yet the source of his nourishment stays the same. He creeps ever so lightly to avoid detection, lifts his head only to seek the next banquet. He overwhelms his thoughts with his future plans and what the destination of right or left will bring him to. His consuming thoughts grow as he feeds his growth. Light or dark he is a hunter no matter the color of the sky. As he rewards hisself with an exhulting praise for the bountyful feast he has acquired he stumbles over his moment of victory suddenly with a gyrating sound and an instant striking force. He attempts to renew his position among the hunted and becomes aware of his unsound stance and faulting plateform as the wind sings by him with a crash of pain. He inhales his last bite of air as he clutchs onto the taste of his last supper. Time would no longer share with him and his banquet came to a jolting end.
but thats what the bloodsucker gets for biting me guess I ll learn to spary mosqitio repelent before I go outside...
He quietly lurches from one feast to the next devouring every morsel for as long as time will have him. His scenery changes often yet the source of his nourishment stays the same. He creeps ever so lightly to avoid detection, lifts his head only to seek the next banquet. He overwhelms his thoughts with his future plans and what the destination of right or left will bring him to. His consuming thoughts grow as he feeds his growth. Light or dark he is a hunter no matter the color of the sky. As he rewards hisself with an exhulting praise for the bountyful feast he has acquired he stumbles over his moment of victory suddenly with a gyrating sound and an instant striking force. He attempts to renew his position among the hunted and becomes aware of his unsound stance and faulting plateform as the wind sings by him with a crash of pain. He inhales his last bite of air as he clutchs onto the taste of his last supper. Time would no longer share with him and his banquet came to a jolting end.
but thats what the bloodsucker gets for biting me guess I ll learn to spary mosqitio repelent before I go outside...
beginning to end
Beginning to end
A constant from beginning to end, It is flattering and faultering; it requires attention and offers hunger; it requires pain and offers nutrients; it hydrates the thirsty and drains the flurished; it projects a glow in the aged and equippes youthfulness with wrinkles; it is desired and despised; it gives the sun its shine and give the rayz of unbearable heat; it is longed for and it is loathed, it is anger and joy; It empowers pesiants and conquers kings; it gives the brute hand of anger a soft gentle stroke and causes the tenderest touch to turn harsh and callous; it is deserving and deserting; pain seeks it and hurt devourse it; it compensates worth to the labourer and liquidates the bitter of prosperity; conseption sparks it and death does not fuse it; It captures sight and holds vision captive; it pardons a prisoner with pain and it salutes a soldier with submission; it solicites every beat and circulates vigor to the heart; it is human and its hurt is inhumain; it is certain to pierce life with suffering and offer hope to living; it occupies the thoughts of today and embraces regrets with circumstances of yesterday; it is bundled in a swaddled infant and it is three nails pierceing 2 hands and feet; it is a creation of the heavens and it is corrupted by the falling; it is a sentiment that is unknowingly choosen and a feeling that is painfully chanced; it is decided and depicted for it is and always will be the constant from beginning to end, an endowment and a curse, the broken and repaired the full and the empty; it is the soul of being; It is LOVE !!
A constant from beginning to end, It is flattering and faultering; it requires attention and offers hunger; it requires pain and offers nutrients; it hydrates the thirsty and drains the flurished; it projects a glow in the aged and equippes youthfulness with wrinkles; it is desired and despised; it gives the sun its shine and give the rayz of unbearable heat; it is longed for and it is loathed, it is anger and joy; It empowers pesiants and conquers kings; it gives the brute hand of anger a soft gentle stroke and causes the tenderest touch to turn harsh and callous; it is deserving and deserting; pain seeks it and hurt devourse it; it compensates worth to the labourer and liquidates the bitter of prosperity; conseption sparks it and death does not fuse it; It captures sight and holds vision captive; it pardons a prisoner with pain and it salutes a soldier with submission; it solicites every beat and circulates vigor to the heart; it is human and its hurt is inhumain; it is certain to pierce life with suffering and offer hope to living; it occupies the thoughts of today and embraces regrets with circumstances of yesterday; it is bundled in a swaddled infant and it is three nails pierceing 2 hands and feet; it is a creation of the heavens and it is corrupted by the falling; it is a sentiment that is unknowingly choosen and a feeling that is painfully chanced; it is decided and depicted for it is and always will be the constant from beginning to end, an endowment and a curse, the broken and repaired the full and the empty; it is the soul of being; It is LOVE !!
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