Thankful Thrusday
Reflection...
It is the quiet hour when days recalled remind of the simple moments of my life those days when shoulders were loose and relaxed.
Yet those days gone by were still fraught with trials that I made it through.
Looking back to see all that was missed as the stress removed the beauty of moments now gone.
How fortunate a glance back
I wonder now of all the things robbed from me of all of them this the most priceless...
simple moments without fear
Moments when distractions stole those things dear.
Following images of old this seams to be the story told.
and what of the trials...I am yet alive.
Wished when they were near I would of not bought into the fear.
Humbling to the truth be told when into stress I caved and did fold.
Yet now when I see
When reflect a awhile
He is yet in control
I alive I have my mind another day equipped with the wisdom of when and how to pray .
How can I then say of anything do I give fear.
I know my Creator is standing near wishing wanting to remove every tear.
Wishing wanting to erase the effects on those I love most .
For this I am grateful reflective and true
I wish I could now my children take them all from you.
But human am I , and feeble like wobbling bones dance.
Dance I of reflections, many regrets.
Sorrow of time lost to those tensions strangled then in the grip of the stress.
Release me yet again I beg to trust assuredly .
To mend my fences and restore the breach bind tight the bonds of every cord
do not regret yet another day or anything else that you might say...
reflections freed of the sad yesterday...
reflections released me
of this I pray.
It is the quiet hour when days recalled remind of the simple moments of my life those days when shoulders were loose and relaxed.
Yet those days gone by were still fraught with trials that I made it through.
Looking back to see all that was missed as the stress removed the beauty of moments now gone.
How fortunate a glance back
I wonder now of all the things robbed from me of all of them this the most priceless...
simple moments without fear
Moments when distractions stole those things dear.
Following images of old this seams to be the story told.
and what of the trials...I am yet alive.
Wished when they were near I would of not bought into the fear.
Humbling to the truth be told when into stress I caved and did fold.
Yet now when I see
When reflect a awhile
He is yet in control
I alive I have my mind another day equipped with the wisdom of when and how to pray .
How can I then say of anything do I give fear.
I know my Creator is standing near wishing wanting to remove every tear.
Wishing wanting to erase the effects on those I love most .
For this I am grateful reflective and true
I wish I could now my children take them all from you.
But human am I , and feeble like wobbling bones dance.
Dance I of reflections, many regrets.
Sorrow of time lost to those tensions strangled then in the grip of the stress.
Release me yet again I beg to trust assuredly .
To mend my fences and restore the breach bind tight the bonds of every cord
do not regret yet another day or anything else that you might say...
reflections freed of the sad yesterday...
reflections released me
of this I pray.
4 comments:
Thank you for being the beautiful person that you are. Thank you for daily touching my heart. I love you.
I understand your pain. You mourn what might have been...what should have been.
This has really touched me and I hope I get to know you better so I can provide some comfort to you.
Donetta,
Profound as always.. spoke to me..
Wished when they were near I would of not bought into the fear.
Amen my sister, Amen. Love you See you again Thursday. Hugs.
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