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I reposted this poem for
I feel it is important you
read it. I'm sure sorry that
I can't read right now.
My mom is recovering from
a serious illness.  Read at least
the footnotes. Thanks!



I am a follower of
The Lord Jesus Christ.
He teaches me
To embrace the strife
In this place
Of trial and pain
To learn to bear
The extreme strain
He had hardship
Here on earth
He showed folk their
Inner worth
With humility and grace
He bore all and ran His race
He prayed the Father
Up above
Would lead His children
To learn LOVE
Putting pride upon the shelf
To love your neighbor
As YOURSELF

And I honestly believe
'Tis better to give
Than to receive


In these tenants I am free
I'll walk the walk

ETERNALLY



SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) 8/8/2015
I will hold to my creed
'Til the day I die.
God has proven Himself to me
TIME AND TIME AGAIN.

My mom has been quite ill
for the last few days.
God bless all who have been
Praying for us...
SHE'S RECOVERING.

I may not be able to read
or be on site for a while more
as she still needs more care
right now. Please continue your
good thoughts and prayers.

GOD BLESS YOU!!!

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sings a bird in the open
sings too a caged bird

one to forget the pain
the other to make its freedom heard.
---
if that which does not **** you
makes you stronger
I must have been
meant to be

Ms Olympic Bodybuilder
of the Millennium!
I'm really not that strong
But God must think that I am!

-
 Jun 2015 Mark Upright
SE Reimer
~

today a friend
reminded me,
a quote by
Elbert Hubbard,
"love grows by giving.
the love we give away
is the only love we keep.
the only way to retain love
is to give it away."


indeed,
so let it be
write the inscription
let my epitaph read,
"lived fully...
gave plenty
loved gently
died empty."


~

*and let the post script read...

"yes, his whisky ran dry
as he lived so he died."
O wind she is far though
in thy blow whisper to her
to find me on the horizon's glow
read heart's script on the first star!

O wind when thou pass by her
ask if she sings the old song
its notes make her eyes blur
aching for the lover missed for long!

O wind when thou play on her hair
and she feels the touch of my hand
strum the tune softly in her ear
I'm pining in a faraway land!

O wind when her cheeks thou kiss
wet them with thirsty lips' touch
speak to her my only dying wish
to let her know I loved her very much!
It’s good the world is not made to your dream
and people aren’t how you wished them to be
your needs are never satisfied to the brim
your wants keep growing endlessly.

It’s good you don’t get all you love to own
to your eyes all mysteries are not clearly shown
your questions are stuck and queries remain
your joy’s exuberance is diluted by pain.

It’s good uncertainties hinder your way
your lips can’t utter all you want to say
your plans go awry path fills with mess
hurdles keep coming to block your progress.

It’s good you ever feel far the distance
always hope there is a second chance
events don’t take the course you will
you retain a void that you yearn to fulfill.
 Mar 2015 Mark Upright
NV
i'm telling you.
the clouds were meant for the ground.
but they hung themselves.
 Mar 2015 Mark Upright
NV
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 Mar 2015 Mark Upright
NV
and i guess i'm just asking,
if all the things you said to yourself, appeared on your body,
would you still be beautiful?
 Mar 2015 Mark Upright
NV
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NV
BUT NOBODY TOLD ME THE FUNERAL NEVER ENDS.

IT'S BEEN ELEVEN YEARS NOW, AND THE CASKET'S STILL LOWERING.

*
"LEAVE ME HERE MOM. LEAVE ME HERE. I'M DEAD TOO."
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