Little Chapel
To heavens above
Loaded with bright stars
I raise my eyes in prayer
And the black surrounding me
A reflection of my emotions…my life
That started with my very first breath
Years ago on this very day
I became so sick
I almost died
Well forget the rest… I guess
As you all know I made it
But why?
How strange this feels to ask… anyway
Never really the time and place to wonder
Why God allowed me to wander this path
To enter this little Chapel today
Maybe one day
My ghost will walk with you
My love so bittersweet
Will still embrace you
Call this a great truth or lie
But today
I cannot deny the fact
I was saved for a reason
Out of the little Chapel I ran
Knowing one thing for sure
I am blessed to know you
Copyright © 2005 Tinka Boukes
By the little chapel girl in you.
Peace and good cheer
HH
Paul;-)
Thanks my friend Tinkaxoox
Tracey
Peace, Carole
The heart is an instrument and you play it like a virtuoso...
Peace,
B
Take care,
Sherry
And your survival is all important in the eyes of God
Peter
Felix
Dear friend, I have been blessed by your words and especially your never ending encouragement and support on my works; I cannot begin to repay the kindness you've shown gracefully through the last three or so years.
May you continue to live, write, and be happy. You deserve nothing but the best.
((((HUGS)))) and love, Karla. :)
All Are Here For Reason,i.e. Find Your Purpose In Silence For That Very Reason,i.e. My Chapel Is At My Desk In Front Of This My Computer_
I Do Not Pray I Listen, I Meditate That What Good Is Left It Wil Be Given To Those Innocent Litle Children Dieing By Millions In Vain_
While All Humanity Does Do Is COMPLAIN...
TRASK
Love,
Eileen
Excellent poetry friend`*
Tinka ,
I love this one especially!
The spiritual is everlasting and you
writing about it really makes a world of difference.
Good One Kid!
Rich Criso Suarez
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in america, karen lynn in texas. :)
know you are still in my prayers, tinks!~
God bless,
Sandie.