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Love Lost and Stolen

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Though I am not aware of any great love

 beaming down upon me, I hope they are there

My lost son, my mother , her parents,

They speak to me, hear me when no one else does.

I have searched, believed, dreamed, loved

and seen all of that stolen from me.

In misery, drowning in tears, I have lain,

thinking of you, longing for your touch.

Oh, Holy Spirit, one whom I should trust

I often wonder where you are, near, or far

Do you watch over me while I suffer?

Do you not interject yourself in earths troubles?

There was a time when the majesty of your works,

the beauty of the forest and flowers of spring,

carried me to a place of pure delight.

Now, all I do is wonder what I did to make you leave.

Nothing can bring back what was stolen from me.

I try to find comfort in the winds, the sea,

To find you again, but I cannot see beyond the clouds.

I reach up, longingly to find only emptiness.

All you must do is reach down as I reach up,

as you did once and suddenly withdrew.

I hear the winds power, the majestic clouds.

But i want you, and can never ever have you here again.


I may have to put up a fence as I am falling in love

Originally posted on Living and Lovin:

Yes I come from those who had farms.  I always adored the animals that lived there but never had the time for one of my own lately though the animals around the corner are calling out to me.  I absolutely think they are adorable.
Want to see the subject of my affection?

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They love me too!  One eye on me and that black thing I have in my hand and the other eye watching JT in the truck.

Look at that pretty face  I bet you it would follow me home.

 

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See they have plenty!

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One of the others is complaining about me as the field had lots of younger ones with their moms so this one turned to see if it was talking to her yes the females have horns and I bet they hurt.

JT was mad she wanted to be beside me to protect me but…

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So Many Left Their Nests

Originally posted on Living and Lovin:

As all the student leaving for college left their families behind to strike it out on their own they left their parents sad and some in tears.

Empty nests happen elsewhere
I now have not one but two in the Lilac out front just outside the kitchen window.

I watched the male Cardinal teaching them how to fly.
Offering chirps of encouragement. Cheering them on.

There was one last baby not wanting to go.
I was also sad to see them out of their warm little spot in front of my window.
Washing dishes would not be the same.
You see they had three clutches of eggs this year but this will be it till next year.

I will add the photos but sorry I could not get too close and the glass with this Nikon was not going to let me get all I wanted to show you but…

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Marie

From mountain side
it is easy to see
the turning of the earth.
The wind pushing clouds
creating shadows,
dark and light only
moments apart.
Up here the trees sway
slow dances in the wind.

I watch you,
perched on a rock
beside bubbling spring.
Completely comfortable
in your nakedness;
at peace with the way
skin stretches over bone.

I wonder if there will
ever be a time
when I, too, can let my
hair fall upon bare shoulders,
when awkwardness vanishes
in the folds of soft flesh
stretched toward blue sky,
when I can sit securely
on my own branch without fear.

The river runs thick this year,
higher and faster than I
have ever seen it.
Like you,
it no longer holds
its breath, but I
can’t remember how to exhale.

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