Tag: our souls journey
member name: Carol Cassell
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August 16, 2006 03:15 PM EDT --
I once was young. Tender in my mind was something very missing. As much as my grandmother and young aunts tried to cover, I think I very much missed my mother. Sadly she had somehow fallen . . .
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August 27, 2006 02:23 PM EDT --
Nothing more to do
then rest today.
And say, thank you Lord.
Most of all for three little words:
Grace +
Mercy =
. . .
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August 17, 2006 04:44 PM EDT --
I'd like to cry
but I can't.
I'd like to run
away,
but that's impossible.
Sitting, watching from
the window
I feel so empty;
destroyed by one man's
words.
How can I profess to love . . .
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August 31, 2006 12:19 AM EDT --
Well I need 659 points by midnight August 31 to get my 3,000 for this month. Since I joined a month ago, I thought this would be totally impossible. What I found is how wonderful to have my . . .
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August 30, 2006 01:14 PM EDT --
I copied this from the Fibromyalgia On-Line Magazine I Thought it would be helpful in our constant search for relevance and wellness in our lives.
Creativity and FM
"We . . .
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August 26, 2006 09:26 PM EDT --
The green parched grass
of August, is turning yellow
The ceiling came down
so long ago,
When the pouring rains
would not end last spring.
The roofer . . .
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September 02, 2006 02:48 PM EDT --
The geese fly formation style
Over the house where I lay my head.
I wonder how they know to do this
Every autumn since the beginning
of time?
The steady forces of nature
are constant . . .
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September 13, 2006 12:25 AM EDT --
God can't forgive what is already done.
The messes that we make;
The ugly scars remain
And feel worse in rain.
I guess you can say God is in the salvaging buisness . . .
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September 27, 2006 11:45 PM EDT --
Welcome to depressionland.
It is too late at night
When guilt and shame and other
pals seek to do me harm.
What I really need is a good night's rest;
And to put depressionland on the midnight . . .
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September 28, 2006 04:05 PM EDT --
Swaying breezes
Melting heavenly with
eventy-six degreessssses
What a perfect day!
The wind whispers
of ancient man who once
breathed our air.
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August 17, 2006 11:33 PM EDT --
The curtains, fading and dusty
hang crooked.
No curtain rods were ever purchased.
So I hung the curtains end to end with
tacks.
How do you like that?
Now graying with seasons of wear, the curtains
look . . .
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August 31, 2006 02:58 PM EDT --
Why are my children
so far away
from everything
I pray?
Please help them to succeed
Not to tarry,
lean on you
heed the call.
. . .
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August 14, 2006 05:57 PM EDT --
The TideRunner,
The boat I
dreamt I had,
dodged like
a skilled scroll saw
designing a path
through waves.
A storm came,
The TideRunner
disappears behind
the waves in the
setting sun.
Carol Cassell . . .
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August 29, 2006 03:08 PM EDT --
Have you ever let your children see you cry?
Do they know the reason why?
Men, have your sons seen you cry?
That they know it is okay and it isn't
unmanly to show that you . . .
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August 30, 2006 12:29 PM EDT --
Oh, give thanks!
Who can utter the mighty acts of
God and declare all His praise,
as well?
We are none
without spot or blemish.
Do not judge what
others have done.
Only seek to forgive . . .
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August 12, 2006 05:58 PM EDT --
To all the good things that ever happened in Autumn...
A cool breeze makes
the air crisp.
I'm breathless for my lover,
Autumn.
Senses quicken and
Beginnings begin from
lost plans of summer. . . .
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August 15, 2006 01:39 PM EDT --
Little things mean so much.
Like a grandson's romp through
trampled grass
on the way to the park.
My two-foot wonder
stops to catch a
falling leaf,
choosing rather to feel . . .
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August 15, 2006 09:12 PM EDT --
The ocean in inky
darkness
splays a wave and
then another,
rolling
in as hills
at midnight.
Touching gently
cold wet sand.
Moonlight cresting
on golden glitter,
aglow as though a
light is lit.
Look, . . .
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August 25, 2006 08:57 AM EDT --
Alone is better
than to be robbed
every hour of the day,
crushed by ungrateful
people.
In solitude of a
quiet place,
the spirit looks
up and soars.
Much to do, where
does one begin?
Sorting out the
painful . . .
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September 17, 2006 09:00 AM EDT --
Barking dogs on a Sunday morning
Lawn mowers before nine
Sirens, bells and whistles
Noisy People and negative vibes
Please spare me the temptation
To complain, Dear Lord,
On this beautiful . . .
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