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 Jun 2016 Sequestered
Melissa S
He held himself with a somber sadness
His massive shoulders sagged to the floor
As if something at his center had just given up
Perhaps life dealt him a bad deck of cards
or perhaps he had just got some very bad news
That is when I noticed the picture at the table
Sitting at his right in his favorite corner booth
was an old picture of a very lovely woman
Come to find out later this was his beloved wife
They were married for 55 wonderful years
She passed away in 2009 but that did not stop him
He still dines with her every day
and kisses her picture every night
He talks to this picture like she is right there with him
Now that is true love my friends  <3   <3
After seeing this picture was just drawn to write a little something. If you are interested in the picture and the story behind this poem click on this link  http://www.foxnews.com/leisure/2014/10/29/photos-elderly-man-eating-lunch-with-picture-deceased-wife-goes-viral/

** True love does not worry about the distance between, for the heart and soul travels through one’s words ~ author unknown **
 Jun 2016 Sequestered
Sjr1000
You're my walking song
You right my wrongs
You walk with grace
in flowing lace
You're my song unsung
You're my walking song

You're my child
on their way
I hold you when you need me to
You're my walking song

It's a song unsung
This song we've begun
It's a melody caught in the breeze
It comes with the wind
And is gone towards the sea
It's a cumulus cloud unfolding
into a red red sky
It's a melody I hear
through my night time
window

You're my walking song
You've been delivered to me
My lips
My life
My love
is singing

My eyes are seeing the notes
before me

You're my song unsung
You're my walking song.
For parents everywhere in those magic spaces
 Jun 2016 Sequestered
Slur pee
lily.
 Jun 2016 Sequestered
Slur pee
Here I am, your lily
Can you see me,
Can you smell me?
Pick me from the greens of envy,
Let me live, while dying slowly;
Withering and browning,
You'll remember me for beauty
And forget my silent suffering.
In your heart, I was rooted deep
Pluck me away and let pain seep.

-SLuR
carry me, Lord,
please carry me
pick up these feet
too tired to walk
this heart
too burdened to feel
these lips
too tired to talk
this mind
too clouded to think
my life
is at an end
and that
is where Yours
begins...

cj 2016
relinquishment of futility
How God
loves us
Be patient
as God's love
grows
within us
as He teaches us
how
to love

as we choose to act
in loving ways
the emotions
will follow

we will find
our love
will be
returned...

cj 2016
hope for healthy love
the Lord says

stand
at the crossroads

look

ask
for the ancient paths

seek
where the good way is

walk
in it

there

you will find

rest

for your souls....

cj 2016
finding your way
 Jun 2016 Sequestered
LD Goodwin
Tommy accepted Jesus
the day he turned twenty-two.
When you're raised neath the cloth,
that's just what you're suppose to do.

Down at the river
they washed away his sins,
gave him a new start on life
so he could begin again.

With a bible and a rifle
he took his "righteous" stand,
gunned down 50 "sinners",
who weren't in his God's plan.

Then he took his own life,
thinkin' heaven's waitin' for him in the blue,
but just because you believe in somethin'
doesn't always make it true.
*
Ahmad prayed to Allah
5 times every day.
A faithful boy of Islam,
then his heart began to stray.

Isis gave him food and shelter
if he would join the fight,
gave him a shroud to wear
that was black as the night.

With the promise of the virgins
fixed in his brain,
he pressed the cellphone button
and let the terror reign,

somewhere in the Koran
he believed Allah told him what to do,
but just because you believe in somethin',
doesn't always make it true.

We're all raised
in different lands,
with different holy books
in our hands.

Brainwashed to believe,
we never truly think it through,
just because you believe in somethin',
doesn't always make it true.
*Miamisburg, Ohio June 13, 2016*
The world moves around me and time marches on. The conflicts of life are abundantly clear. The turmoil of my emotions wants to overflow the walls of my soul. The forces of nature are all against me. While I am tempted to run away, I must not fear. In certain times, I must plant my feet firmly on the rock and watch as I stand still. It is in this hour when God will come to move. Though I might not see his hand, it will be there. Then just as quickly as the storms of live overtook me, a ray of light will pierce the dark clouds and all will be well, because I had the faith to wait on God, as I stand still.
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