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Cynthia Jean Feb 2018
I give you My Love

It flows freely

As did My Blood

to cover your sin

that you might have life



Cynthia Jean

February 2018
Cynthia Jean Feb 2018
The thoughts and words
spoken on our best days
become our truth
on our worst days.
What we do in the dark
becomes true
in the light

Cynthia Jean
February 2018
Cynthia Jean Feb 2018
A voice
speaks of roads walked down
paths trodden
in weariness and pain

On these roads
you will meet
comforters and survivors

not judging, but understanding

refusing to be overcome
by bitterness

choosing love
choosing to forgive

that is the road
less traveled

the path to healing

and yes
it has made all the difference!

Cynthia Jean
February, 2018
Easy to do?  No, far from it. Does it excuse what has happened?  No.  Forgiveness frees you to move on, and then lets God do His part.
Cynthia Jean Sep 2017
Listening to
a cacophony
of sounds


warm sweet air

late bloomers arriving
others on the bye

bees and butterflies
at home

faded leaves

just for a moment
a quiet

nature smiles

all sweetness
and peace.

Cynthia Jean
Just  a moment spent in my secret garden.
Cynthia Jean Aug 2017
Our doggie

needed a home

loves to play

brings her toys

cuddles up

brings such joy

to hurting hearts

a balm to us

fills that place

of pain

for her

for us.

Cynthia Jean 2017
what a gift and blessing our Lydia has been for the past year....a perfect gift from God.
Cynthia Jean Aug 2017
Tears of love

They are not joyful ones

But, I believe


They flow

along with my prayers,

for my offspring

some of whom


the prodigals.

Cynthia Jean 2017
Cynthia Jean Aug 2017
All the good things
I remembered
They came like a flood.

Cynthia Jean 2017
After a visit to my Grandmother's house....after 37 years. Especially seeing her sun parlor again.;I have a previous poem written called " Grandma's Sun Parlor". Such a joyous and healing visit! Very overwhelmingly profound for me.  It was my one place I went to for unconditional love. I cried tears of joy.  The love was still there.
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