I guess I am getting braver with my Mothers poetry, but I think we all go or questions emotions of God, Religion, ourselves, and how and why we got there.
God, why save my life so often? To whose advantage or purpose? Yours or mine? So many times, was I not good Enough to die? Condemned to live - Why?
The end of all desire is peace Fulfillment but equilibrium. Courage spent but for relief, So peace it is - the end of all need. What then to recommend The strife of life? Truth, though illusive, And beauty.
When will the fatal un pent fall, To hit home at last. To pierce the mark Saved for them To slay And thus to claim For recycling Or extinction The me That hoped And yearned And longed And worked And shared And sinned And sacrificed For vindication?
Addie Williams Dated 1977
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Reviewed by PAULA LESLIE (Reader)
Reviewed on September 11, 2005
This hits real hard for me. It was like an electrical current going through my body, as if I were sitting in a chair at execution time. If one has experienced close calls, then this makes you think more about it and that's a good thing.
I, too, have asked that same question..."God, why save my lave so many times?" At first, I thought it was punishment for me, then punishment for others for me to live longer.
But now I realize that I was suppose to experience more in life so I could be more grateful for what I have been given in the past and the things I may be given in the future. I love grandkids and hope to have more, I have a wonderful and loving husband and hope to have many years by his side, I have a few very dear friends who truly care for me and I love them the same or more. But most of all I have forgiveness. I have forgiven myself and feel that God has forgiven me for my past mistakes and I try so hard to be a good person. The kind of adult that my grandparents would be proud of. My purpose for God letting me live was to learn more and be thankful more for the Him allowing me to live longer. And I am. Thank you for reminding me of why I am still here. Love, Paula
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on May 12, 2005
Your mother was wise. Sometimes living does seem to be a condemnation.
You should publish her work in a chapbook. Shadow Poetry does beautiful work and for a small fee.
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I, too, have asked that same question..."God, why save my lave so many times?" At first, I thought it was punishment for me, then punishment for others for me to live longer.
But now I realize that I was suppose to experience more in life so I could be more grateful for what I have been given in the past and the things I may be given in the future. I love grandkids and hope to have more, I have a wonderful and loving husband and hope to have many years by his side, I have a few very dear friends who truly care for me and I love them the same or more. But most of all I have forgiveness. I have forgiven myself and feel that God has forgiven me for my past mistakes and I try so hard to be a good person. The kind of adult that my grandparents would be proud of. My purpose for God letting me live was to learn more and be thankful more for the Him allowing me to live longer. And I am. Thank you for reminding me of why I am still here. Love, Paula
You should publish her work in a chapbook. Shadow Poetry does beautiful work and for a small fee.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D
To whose advantage or purpose?
Yours or mine?
So many times, was I not good
Enough to die?
Condemned to live - Why?"
- I think George Burns had asked these questions many times in his lifetime, until he died at 101.
Good piece from your mother. Thank you for sharing, Katie!
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)