tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70706673314149610442024-03-23T20:17:02.411-07:00The Health Consequences of Unforgiveness and answers found in The Bible.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10142813047239641520noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7070667331414961044.post-49726209129859061312024-03-23T20:16:00.000-07:002024-03-23T20:16:10.933-07:00Grief Unbearable<p> So many faces, etched with worry's lines,
Hushed whispers hung heavy in the air.
Suits, once crisp, now damp and clinging, defined
A collective posture, burdened by despair.</p><p data-sourcepos="10:1-13:43">We scanned their pallor, a sea of muted grey,
Formal frowns etched deep beneath the brim.
Everyone soaked, even drowning in dismay,
Lost in a storm where solace seemed so dim.</p><p data-sourcepos="15:1-18:52">We came with hands outstretched, a silent plea,
To offer solace, mend what could be sewn.
But hope, like sunlight, struggled to break free,
For the ship of life had reached its course unknown.</p><p data-sourcepos="20:1-23:44">We, like small boats, set out on a tide,
To save a vessel swallowed by the deep.
But the wreckage lay silent, where dreams had died,
A sunken hull where sorrow's tendrils creep.</p><p data-sourcepos="25:1-28:41">Above the waves, a face turned skyward rose,
Her hair a beacon, a fiery crimson crest.
A heart laid bare, where love's sweet ember glows,
Now shattered, yearning for a final rest.</p><p data-sourcepos="30:1-33:52">She crumpled to the ground, a broken form,
Seeking solace in the cold, unyielding earth.
A final act, a love that weathered the storm,
As heaven claimed him, and a piece of us took birth.</p>Kirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15256026048083377090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7070667331414961044.post-53382827991861061602018-12-23T20:53:00.002-08:002018-12-23T20:53:36.937-08:00Spending the night<br />
Thinking of you<br />
You not thinking of me<br />
You thinking of someone<br />
Anyone<br />
Anyone but me<br />
I'm an occasional thought<br />
But not real guilt<br />
You giving yourself to him<br />
I feel every pang of suspicion<br />
Worse, I will never know<br />
I would rather die<br />
I'm dying already<br />
<br />Kirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15256026048083377090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7070667331414961044.post-37795710489731764392018-12-23T18:58:00.002-08:002018-12-23T18:58:30.444-08:00Ways to fall in love<br />
Looking into your eyes<br />
The sound of your voice<br />
The thoughts of you that I comprehend<br />
The essence of you<br />
The way that you smile<br />
The way that you cry<br />
The pure friendship that you offer<br />
The way that you look past my imperfection<br />
The compassion that you have<br />
The compassion that you hide<br />
The you that you are<br />
Every single suttle way that you exixtKirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15256026048083377090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7070667331414961044.post-540734930658122392018-12-23T18:48:00.001-08:002018-12-23T18:48:36.312-08:00Absorb that hug<br />
Like it wasn't part of you<br />
But you took it in<br />
Now it is you<br />
The connection of love<br />
Universal<br />
It doesn't have to be believed<br />
It just is<br />
Beautiful<br />
The truth<br />
In a hug... All of that!Kirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15256026048083377090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7070667331414961044.post-77059074874582958212018-12-22T19:45:00.001-08:002018-12-22T19:45:07.648-08:00Sales tattered and torn<br />
Nothing but darkness ahead<br />
Clouds hanging around my neck<br />
Pulling me down<br />
The mist of the cold waves<br />
Crashing on my face<br />
No sound<br />
Roaring, filling my me<br />
Hopelessness<br />
I toss myself over<br />
Sinking to the endKirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15256026048083377090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7070667331414961044.post-23530079921514138502018-12-22T19:38:00.001-08:002018-12-22T19:38:18.250-08:00When they surprise themselves<br />
That is the message delivered<br />
That is what was intended<br />
The purest form of beauty<br />
Love given<br />
LoveKirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15256026048083377090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7070667331414961044.post-52253825609777966992018-12-22T19:17:00.001-08:002018-12-22T19:20:23.699-08:00Can I cry for you brave soul?<br />
I see you are proud<br />
I see you are strong<br />
God knows I see you are so disappointed<br />
Sweet life taken so young<br />
Can I cry for you because I know you will not<br />
May peace wash over you<br />
Take note my dear friend, I may cry for a long time<br />
I know that life won't last<br />
We all do<br />
But dear friend, life lingered better with youKirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15256026048083377090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7070667331414961044.post-92185709310906832712018-12-22T19:10:00.002-08:002018-12-22T19:13:04.354-08:00When I die<br />
I want to know<br />
I want to feel every breath<br />
I want to speed and savor every moment<br />
I don't want fanfare<br />
I don't want chatter<br />
I don't want sympathy<br />
Let me drown in music<br />
Leave me to float in the sweet love<br />
The love of life that I alone enjoyed in my own version<br />
End my life<br />
Never end my soulKirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15256026048083377090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7070667331414961044.post-90128298352218592502018-12-22T18:30:00.004-08:002018-12-22T18:30:36.095-08:00I don't know what its like<br />
To be totally self-expressed<br />
To be completely loved<br />
To feel completely confident<br />
To truly connect<br />
To know the "me" that I think I amKirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15256026048083377090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7070667331414961044.post-9329209334670742572018-12-22T18:11:00.000-08:002018-12-22T18:11:04.431-08:00Little angels are here<br />
Sharing our fast food<br />
Raising their hand<br />
Spelling their names<br />
Little angels are here<br />
Making us think<br />
Provoking our cry<br />
Stealing our hearts<br />
Little angels<br />
We see them every day<br />
And forget that they were hereKirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15256026048083377090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7070667331414961044.post-37533328750796535492018-12-22T18:08:00.003-08:002018-12-22T18:08:11.219-08:00A voice so small<br />
I'm trying to be heard<br />
To be found out<br />
To have someone<br />
Anyone<br />
Recognize me<br />
I don't know me<br />
How could anyoneKirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15256026048083377090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7070667331414961044.post-23730156027727589842018-12-22T17:58:00.000-08:002018-12-22T17:58:03.115-08:00Words spent<br />
Time passed<br />
Intension misplaced<br />
<br />Kirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15256026048083377090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7070667331414961044.post-20598242452495469602018-12-20T18:12:00.000-08:002018-12-20T18:12:32.069-08:00Billions of you passing, floating, rocketing around me.<br />
One too close...<br />
Just passing by...<br />
Ah one sticks...<br />
I see you.<br />
You see me.<br />
A moment.<br />
And you whirl off in a flash of light.<br />
I'm alone again.<br />
Alone with me.<br />
But, who am I?<br />
I don't even know.<br />
So... how could you, anyone know?<br />
The conveyer of life keeps pressing on.<br />
Ever moving forward.<br />
Pressing, never missing, never pausing.<br />
Another you passes by.<br />
I catch your attention in a flash of light!<br />
Deep greens, yellow and bright reds.<br />
The perception of shared perception.<br />
Whirling around each other.<br />
The impression of love.<br />
Then, true love.<br />
Thoughts...<br />
<br />Kirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15256026048083377090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7070667331414961044.post-28250611120667965522017-11-23T19:48:00.001-08:002017-11-23T19:48:13.239-08:00The MomentIt met me with a sting<br />
A Whimper<br />
A touch<br />
A sympathetic tone<br />
A bang<br />
Goosebumps followed<br />
I was in love right then<br />
Spoken for with all the light of all the stars in the universe<br />
I didn't think<br />
I couldn't think<br />
I was one with the moment<br />
And as far as I could reach it became me<br />
I spread my arms<br />
In that instance<br />
Everything that was<br />
Everything that was to be<br />
Everything that is<br />
Is now<br />
And now, I will remember it alwaysKirkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15256026048083377090noreply@blogger.com0