Tag: hope
group name: godswill05
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March 06, 2007 12:46 PM EST --
For years I heard a promising voice,
More than a figment of my imagination,
My mind’s magnificent creation,
There was hope in the voice,
That some day,
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August 29, 2006 02:05 PM EDT --
Somewhere in the midst of the tears we cry
is a river that flows, strong and sure,
transporting our joy and pain
to a place where all becomes clear;
A river no longer muddied by that
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December 19, 2006 03:57 PM EST --
I would like to dedicate this poem to everyone who has lost a child. In the past couple of days I have read where some of my connections are grieving the anniversaries of children/babies who have . . . more
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December 29, 2006 12:05 AM EST --
I walk in glass slippers
waiting for them to shatter,
for I'm not used to
Cinderella endings;
I feel so scared
in trusting love;
Somehow I don't feel
I deserve it; . . . more
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December 06, 2006 03:19 PM EST --
I wish I could love you back to me,
welcome you into my softness,
chase away the clouds,
and give you comfort in the night;
Whisper words so seldom heard,
kiss away your tears,
show you love's . . . more
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January 02, 2007 07:14 AM EST --
the sun is rising
smiling at God's creation
man's hope is reborn
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July 27, 2006 01:33 PM EDT --
So much is lovely
in the course of a day;
Do we see it?
So much beauty
in the trees and the skies,
the sound of birds singing
as we live our lives.
We run to and fro,
pass it by . . . more
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August 26, 2006 01:01 AM EDT --
My heart is aching;
I feel so scared;
I don't know
what you're feeling
or thinking,
and I need you
like flowers need the rain;
I can't imagine
never seeing you again;
You gentle my . . . more
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May 24, 2008 11:25 PM EDT --
It has to be there
Somewhere
In the midst of
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March 27, 2007 08:14 AM EDT --
open to sunlight
washed by the rain pouring down
tender roots grow strong
more
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July 11, 2006 11:53 PM EDT --
Fifteen minutes ago, I was smiling at you,
Loving the way you love me,
Loving the way you take care of me
And the way you tell me I'm pretty even when I don't feel like it.
Fifteen minutes . . . more
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January 28, 2007 02:54 PM EST --
Sometimes I fly on angel's wings
when my strength is running low,
and I cannot seem to walk the path
that it seems I am destined to go;
Sometimes in my darkest moments
when my hope is . . . more
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July 20, 2006 03:34 PM EDT --
This old bench swing
Takes my blues away;
I come here often
On a sunny day.
I sit in blissful solitude
Watching the ripples on the lake;
This is my favorite thinking place,
And where many . . . more
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August 25, 2006 08:05 AM EDT --
a heart like thunder
black like night
seeking to destroy
seeking to fight
but deep inside
lies a scared little boy
feeling pain
feeling no joy
needing love
to come on in
hold him close
again . . . more
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October 11, 2006 02:04 PM EDT --
Like a whisper, you beckon to me,
but my heart is weary,
and my resolve is shattered;
You gather me unto you
like a bouquet of flower buds
so afraid to bloom;
To reach into my depths
requires . . . more
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January 30, 2007 09:52 PM EST --
I hug my pillow tight
and close my eyes,
remembering
your smile, your touch,
your gentle voice in the night;
I'm so afraid of forgetting
what you sound like when
you laugh,
or the way
you . . . more
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January 12, 2007 09:53 PM EST --
The dawn beckons
as the first rays of sunlight
filter through my windowpane;
I turn, sleepy-eyed,
stretching long, yawning
as I stumble out of bed
to greet the brand new day;
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September 10, 2006 05:00 PM EDT --
A songbird sings
her sweet little song,
she worries not who hears;
Unlike us ,
who so often hide our talents
underneath our fears;
Oh, that we could step out
in faith
to be all that we . . . more
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September 11, 2006 11:47 PM EDT --
You fall into your pain,
locked away
in the prison of your despair;
All that I can do is watch,
for I do not have the key.
I soar into blue skies,
and the breeze carries me
into a sun brighter . . . more
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October 11, 2006 08:53 AM EDT --
Some days the path is so clear,
and the sun beckons to me;
Other days it seems littered with debris,
and my eyes cannot seem to focus
on where I'm going;
I feel I must constantly stop
and pick . . . more
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