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SøułSurvivør Aug 2017
~~○♢○~~

there was once
a girl unnamed
ever doubted
ever shamed

untamed fire
high & wild
she was a haunted
white-hot child

a wayward waif
she had no guide
no way to hold
her rage inside

"you're a ***** little girl,
watch me as I wreck your world!"

bursting brain
as well as bubble
he brought her
a world of trouble
now unloved
unlovable


charcoal lily
ragged ****
neglected garden
a bad seed
never knowing
her great need

a prickly thistle
tried to hide
all the pain
she held inside

chorus

for years she went on
in this state
unloved, unwise
and reprobate
no turning back
it was too late

wild parties
dating thugs
drinking *****
doing drugs

chorus

But deep inside
the little-girl-lost
a seed of faith
grew at last
she grabbed a hold
and held on fast

then, when things
were at their worst
she began
to hunger ~ thirst!
because her God
had loved
her first!

"I've loved you, child.
I had a plan
long before the world began.

Please do not be sad or blue,
this destiny included YOU

you are SO important
to My story
you will bring Me such great
GLORY!

here below
in heav'n above
I'll show you how much


♡♡ YOU ARE LOVED ♡♡


the woman changed
she was set free

who's the woman?

she is

ME


SøułSurvivør
(C) 8/16/2017
I know I've been gone a while.
My phone has been giving me grief,
and I needed to use it for a telephone
prayer line I have with some friends.
But it's time I got back on site.

If you only KNEW how MUCH God loves you! How much *I* love you! You're in my prayers daily!

I'm going to revise my site a bit.
Only uplifting poetry about God and His creation will be featured here. I love ALL my followers, but i want to dedicate this site to JESUS. Thanks for understanding.

♡ Catherine

P.S. it's 3:10am, so please forgive any typos! Lol!
SøułSurvivør Aug 2017
... is going from bad to worse -
and now
THINGS HAVE NEVER BEEN BETTER!


[15W]
SøułSurvivør
(C) 8/10/2017
It is a truism that the Christian Life is all upside down. What seem to be blessings are actually curses, and extraordinarily hard times are the most blessed.

When you bare up under extremely adverse conditions with grace, it is ONLY due to Jesus's Grace. Prayers get answered, but not ALWAYS for yourself.

My father is giving up. He doesn't want to fight anymore. I can't say I blame him. Anyone who knows my situation knows that my father is dying. I'm going to say it just like that because that is the reality. I'm very fortunate to have had my dad this long. He's 93 years old.

But when he goes there's a problem. I may not have a place to stay. I may have to go into a group home due to my disabilities. I knew this was coming for many years, also. But the reality of it is now hitting me. I won't be able to stay with my beloved mother. We will have to sell the house in order to afford to live anywhere. The upkeep on the house is just simply too expensive for even both my mother and I. Taxes alone in the area where I live are exorbitant. I live by the University of Arizona and property here is at a premium. So this house will not be where I'm living ever again. It's the house I grew up in, and I've called home since 1965.

I have more going on,  but I won't burden you with it. I just want to make this point. For all the things happening in my life which are adversities, I am more peaceful and joyful than at almost any other time in my life. Where does this come from?

JESUS.

HE IS keeping and sustaining me! Thank you all for bearing with me during the time of my absence. I want to be with my father as much as possible. And, obviously, I have many other things to do. I appreciate your understanding also that my phone is in disrepair. I can't afford to fix it at this point. But as soon as I am able I will be back out on the site with bells on!

♡♡♡ LOVE YOU ALL! ♡♡♡
SøułSurvivør Aug 2017
... and I must keep all my charge for phone calls. I'm getting a new charger soon, but until then I won't be able to be on site. I'm sure you can relate. Thank you for understanding, and I will see you soon!

♡ Catherine
  Aug 2017 SøułSurvivør
Valsa George
We live in a house, simple and nice
With a garden lined with crotons in rows
Not so neatly trimmed or pruned as before
And a lawn not always well manicured
But abounding in plants with blooms of varied hue
From shady corners, orchids peep
They bring forth flowers in bunches and mass
Only on certain seasons, not the year round.
Then a visual treat to the eyes, indeed!

Trees big and small border our land
Mango trees and jack fruit trees
Coconut palms and guava trees
Twining creepers with globular passion fruits
Bushy plants of sweet and sour berries
Rose apples, papayas and Chinese limes
An epitome of country abundance!

In front of the house was once a stretch of fields
Lush and fresh with paddy plants in June
And in autumn, bent with arching sheaves of corn
Green parakeets used to come from far
To eat the grains ready to be reaped
Having their fill they would fly westward in flocks
Such scenes were a source of instant delight

But sad enough, those fields were gradually filled
In place of paddy and other seasonal crops
Industrial units, big and small have emerged
By degrees, the quiet and coolness of the place
That once soothed our frayed nerves are gone
Now an exodus of men have landed here
Laborers who have come from Northern states
To eke out a living in a better clime
Speaking languages, Bengali, Hindi and Tamil
Leaving the area noisy with incessant chatter

Along the road that runs parallel to our house
Now speeds past, motors in unbroken row
Honking horns and raising a screen of smoky dust
Spoiling the ambiance of our verdant setting
And badly impairing the neat surroundings
But with every change of scene and setting
We, like nomads cannot change our stay or dwelling

Well acclimatized to all noise and commotion
We now stick to our home, our humble haven
And strive to create within an inner landscape
Not polluted by the ravages of time or clime

Home is the sanctuary where we roost and rest
A sweet dwelling, more than all mansions blest
And it should be an abode of love where hearts embrace
Every turn of life, grim or merry with no fuss but with grace

How sweet it is to dwell beneath this roof
Our wedded life’s enduring love’s living proof!
  Aug 2017 SøułSurvivør
Born
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Dying

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Writing

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Memories

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Running

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Lying

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Numbing

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Crying

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Silence

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Loving
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