"Some who have suffered have come to trust my name"
Healing Waters
I found out last night I have lost everything I lie on my bed and my cat lies on me Through a weeping window which used to be mine I can hear the Christmas bells of my church ring I sigh here instead by a cup of cold tea With faint hope of favor human or divine
Yet faint though it is it is hope just the same Its spark fanned by the fact that people read me Some who have suffered have come to trust my name I hope they know I need them if they need me And I feel like they can understand my shame
As I must leave my home now and slip away Some other hurt hearts share this hurt poetry These sharp and bloody shards of who I once was Of who I am and we are even today We are not dead yet and I still have my cat My readers know how much I thank God for that
I will get up and go to the Plaza now A place as improbable as me because It survived through purity of heart somehow And it only exists to make things better At a time when it seems things could be no worse
Stray drops from the fountain mingle with my tears There is love and beauty in the universe Teardrop by teardrop and letter by letter No matter what we win and lose through the years Healing waters of the only home I know Kiss my face one more time before I must go
Hope is hope just the same. Yes, I enjoy your words. I enjoy you being on the earth. Hurt heart to hurt heart. But what is your shame? Is it just your perception based on some arbitrary ruler. Or is it something holding you back? I think I see both. Great write. Liz
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on December 24, 2007
Excellent write..
Have a Great Christmas and New Year!
I found out last night I have lost everything
I lie on my bed and my cat lies on me.
You have not really lost everything. Your cat is still by your side.
God Bless,
Lew
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
This is my personal inspirational book of poetry. It contains many poems written for family, friends, and relevant life situations. Hopefully you will find some that will encourage and inpsire you in whatever arena you are found in your circle of l
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peace be within you
Have a Great Christmas and New Year!
A glorious Christmas and marvelous New Year to you Steven Curtis Lance.
Aberjhani
Peace, always,
Dan
I found out last night I have lost everything
I lie on my bed and my cat lies on me.
You have not really lost everything. Your cat is still by your side.
God Bless,
Lew
These lines, to me, said it all:
"...Yet faint though it is it is hope just the same
It's spark fanned by the fact that people read me...."
Indeed, they -- I -- do. Never give up. I believe in you.
(((HUGS))), love and Merry Christmas,
Karla.
You've not lost everything: you've still hope. That's a great start. :)