I had a scrapbook deep and thick
I read it in the night
I burned the candle to the wick
A precarious light
In it there were photographs
And clippings by the score
Of every wrong and every shaft
That'd pierced me to the core
I kept my quill at my right hand
And in the margins wrote
My hourglass had lost its sand
My eyes began to float
This book was worn with constant care
The dogeared pages bent
I was constantly to share
Of those I did resent
Time came 'round to find me sick
Ailing from the frost
Of a cold poison dark and thick
I knew that all was lost
I bent closer, smelt the book
It was the book itself!
I'd recover, all it took
Was to place it on the shelf!
And so the scrapbook lost allure
I closed it with a snap
The health of soul I then assured
I placed on pen its cap
Close your books, my dearest friends
And in the end you'll see
Your spiritual health you will amend
You'll finally be FREE!
SoulSurvivor
(C)1/28/2016
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 10:33 AM UTC
I had a scrapbook deep and thick
I read it in the night
I burned the candle to the wick
A precarious light
In it there were photographs
And clippings by the score
Of every wrong and every shaft
That'd pierced me to the core
I kept my quill at my right hand
And in the margins wrote
My hourglass had lost its sand
My eyes began to float
This book was worn with constant care
The dogeared pages bent
I was constantly to share
Of those I did resent
Time came 'round to find me sick
Ailing from the frost
Of a cold poison dark and thick
I knew that all was lost
I bent closer, smelt the book
It was the book itself!
I'd recover, all it took
Was to place it on the shelf!
And so the scrapbook lost allure
I closed it with a snap
The health of soul I then assured
I placed on pen its cap
Close your books, my dearest friends
And in the end you'll see
Your spiritual health you will amend
You'll finally be FREE!
SoulSurvivor
(C)1/28/2016
I went to a small prayer meeting yesterday.
I told them of my pain and angst
due to unforgiveness I my heart.
They told me of the analogy above.
They used just this metaphor.
You don't FEEL forgiveness.
It's a DECISION. YOU JUST DO IT.
And when unforgiving thoughts come back
You simply DO NOT ENTERTAIN THEM.
BLESS THOSE WHO HATE YOU
AND PRAY FOR THEM.
I have found praying for enemies the
Single greatest tool to forgiveness.
Remember, you aren't doing it
For THEM ONLY.
YOU'RE DOING IT FOR YOURSELF!
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