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I think that we all suffer from  some kind of Loss here on the earth.
But what really define someone is how they get through it, after its done.
After suffering some kind of loss whether its a person or something else.
Do we move on even while our heart is breaking into many pieces here.
Or do we give up, wanting to end our life here because we hurt really bad.
Really all that we can do is to accept this loss, praying for strength here.
To overcome this hurt that is so painful deep inside each of us that's hurt.
For only Christ can rescue us , then heal us of this suffering of ours.
Thus revealing himself in each of us that obediently listen to him.
There was a cat her name was PATCH-
IN the old castle the mice she'd catch
She'd hide behind the old stone wall-
Then pounce upon them one and all-
She was shrewed and she was fast-
Upon the walls her shadow she'd cast-
The mice would run -they would hide-
While PATCH would take it all in stride-
Sometimes the mice would win or lose-
The fattest ones PATCH would choose-
She ate them with great delight-
While some looked on in total fright-
Now PATCH  is old and slow and such-
Pays not attention to the mice so much-
The castle now is cold and bare-
For PATCH is no longer there-
The mice still run and play-
about-''Good No More Cat'' They Shout-
I created this poem just before my cat PATCHES  died of cancer.
JO-JO-was a stray cat-
WE took him away from all that-
Now he is one of three-
FRISKY-PATCHES AND HE-
They get along just fine-
I'M so glad they are mine-
The three cats make my day-
IT'S fun to watch them play-
I love the three so much-
OH its' my heart they touch-

THE END
I may not always have money in my pockets.
But I always have Christ standing next to me.
Which is by far more valuable then gold or silver.
I am not wealthy by man's standard but all is good.
For I not only have the things that I need here.
But I have something a lot of people here do not.
I have the greatest protection that any one could have.
A Savior whom loves and defends me in every way.
I am not being prideful, I am just so thankful to God.
So I am thanking him by praising the wonderful things he does.
  Nov 2015 Hilda
Alyssa Underwood
We're awakened to our insatiable longing for heaven
through both beauty and the painful marring of it.
For beauty hints to us of that for which we are truly made,
and its marring shouts that we are truly not meant to find it here.

We can be eternally grateful for beauty lost when we realize
that it's one of the great secret-tellers of the universe.
Still we fear it so and often fear even to hope for the beauty itself,
though they are a necessary cycle that fuels us on and drives us home.

We cannot deny or diminish our intense longing for beauty--
to see it and have it and be it, and we cannot pretend that its
dreadful loss does not press down upon us like a crushing weight.
We must let it crush us until our ache for heaven is excruciating.
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