Jun 2013
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
Rambolina is the driving force within. She lives in that place deep in the spirit of me is the driving force that has kept me alive, with conscience, and with love, and with the understanding I have only recently begun to develop inside myself. I am developing an understanding that I am not made only of myself,but I am of him, and of you, and of them, and of all the bits of life that have been accumulating inside this soul and body through years of bewilderment, abandonment, and a life led astray.
she is, and always has been the driving force behind my very survival.
my objective in writing of her is to reach within, to come to terms with, and to share the hardships and happiness that this life has brought me. As well as to give testimony of the blessings I've received, while God in all his glory,has tried in every way known to him, to bring me out of the torment and tears I've relentlessly inflicted upon myself ever since the very first breath granted to me. In saying those words "the first breath granted to me", I am only now, I mean right now, with the very next breath I take, realizing and appreciating that I have so selfishly taken each of those breaths for granted in a way that no one could ever imagine. Stolen by me like a thief in the night, like stealing a child sleeping safe in its bed. Stolen from me, by me. Gone are those breathes , never to be recovered, wasted away, in a mad dash. Running as fast as I could. Through a life spared so many times. Why? I ask. Why am I running? I'm passing it by, this life of mine. I'm passing it by while running......running as fast as I can.
Stop! I say. It is time to breath normal. It is time to give thanks,to give thanks to life, thanks to death, thanks to good, thanks to evil. Its just time for thanks to God, to life and for having been given the chance to finally live it. To cherish it. And it is time to appreciate the gifts of life that have been so graciously laid at my feet like jewels before a princess in some fairy kingdom. In my life I ve not been lavished with jewels of men, though I have been lavished by the jewels of god.
for I have learned, if nothing else, that life is a mere jewel. Its' magnificence depends on not only on the crafters art, but on the contents of the gem with which he is working .the lesson of life is as hard or as easy as one makes it.
Rambolina is the driving force within. She lives in that place deep in the spirit of me is the driving force that has kept me alive, with conscience, and with love, and with the understanding I have only recently begun to develop inside myself. I am developing an understanding that I am not made only of myself,but I am of him, and of you, and of them, and of all the bits of life that have been accumulating inside this soul and body through years of bewilderment, abandonment, and a life led astray.
she is, and always has been the driving force behind my very survival.
my objective in writing of her is to reach within, to come to terms with, and to share the hardships and happiness that this life has brought me. As well as to give testimony of the blessings I've received, while God in all his glory,has tried in every way known to him, to bring me out of the torment and tears I've relentlessly inflicted upon myself ever since the very first breath granted to me. In saying those words "the first breath granted to me", I am only now, I mean right now, with the very next breath I take, realizing and appreciating that I have so selfishly taken each of those breaths for granted in a way that no one could ever imagine. Stolen by me like a thief in the night, like stealing a child sleeping safe in its bed. Stolen from me, by me. Gone are those breathes , never to be recovered, wasted away, in a mad dash. Running as fast as I could. Through a life spared so many times. Why? I ask. Why am I running? I'm passing it by, this life of mine. I'm passing it by while running......running as fast as I can.
Stop! I say. It is time to breath normal. It is time to give thanks,to give thanks to life, thanks to death, thanks to good, thanks to evil. Its just time for thanks to God, to life and for having been given the chance to finally live it. To cherish it. And it is time to appreciate the gifts of life that have been so graciously laid at my feet like jewels before a princess in some fairy kingdom. In my life I ve not been lavished with jewels of men, though I have been lavished by the jewels of god.
for I have learned, if nothing else, that life is a mere jewel. Its' magnificence depends on not only on the crafters art, but on the contents of the gem with which he is working .the lesson of life is as hard or as easy as one makes it.
