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I am sitting here and wonder
what the day may bring to you
Much Happines and Joy
is what I wish for you
Remember that you are on my mind
because you gave me
endless pleasure
through and through
Your words came from your heart
and brought me comfort too
Thank you friend
You are a treasure
Ramona

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Warm summer night
surrounded by the stillness of the air
the sweet scent of flowers
and the quiet rustling
perhaps some insects
fill my ear
My thoughts are at peace
Nothing comes to mind
just in awe of mother nature
so quiet so still
so beautiful is creation
I feel no need to be concerned
as I sit here lost in nothingness
My faithful friend
contented sitting by my site
so at rest
her nose just brushing gently
over my outstretched hand
knowing what for both of us is best.
The moon and stars so bright
a candle flickering
have no idea how long
we have been sitting here
It's time to fall back in thoughts
It's time to leave
this warm summer night

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  • Jezebel's Children
    The life is in the Blood
    The Blood is in the Name
    It's the way life is reckoned
    Not just some silly game
    There are those who don't believe
    They think it isn't fair
    But a Sanctified Name
    Must be written there
    Jezebel's Children
    Have no Name in the Book
    They won't hear it called
    And they don't get to look
    Jezebel's Children
    They don't understand
    The joy that she gets
    From destroying a man

    There's more but I am crying too hard to finish. Revelation 2:20-23
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  • You bless me with drops of sunlight

    Holding me as my tears fall.

    I can never imagine why you would

    I hide away when You call.

    You raised me from a demon grave

    You gave me a second chance.

    I was the coward on the wall

    Who refused to join in the dance.

    My scattered life is a mockery

    Full of mixed up puzzle pieces

    I can't believe You could ever use me

    But finally, the evil voice ceases.

    Take me, break me, repair Your creation

    Call my name and bid me come

    I've had enough of the darkness

    This time

    I won't run.

     

    © Heather Musu 2011

  • With You, Without You

     

    We walked together

    In the valley

    Of the shadows

    Of death.

    Your hand held steadily to mine

    Showing me,

    I've nothing to fear.

     

    For a distant moment,

    I succumbed to the darkness.

    For a moment...

    I was alone in my pain.

    I let go of your hand

    And fell without you.

     

    While not a delicate flower,

    I still found strength to crawl.

    The demons balked

    For the... first few roads

    But then I gave into their call.

     

    Then I was engulfed in madness

    Couldn't see past my own afflictions.

    Weary and teary eyed,

    I gave in again to addictions.

     

    Anger burned in my heart

    Ashamed of what I'd become,

    I hid away, wallowing in my agony.

    Refusing to take you with me.

    Futile attempts to save your soul.

     

    Yet in darkness,

    You waited.

    Hand still open

    Beckoning mine return.

    Exceeding my expectations

    Of you

    Your strength endured.

     

    Tonight, I found you again

    In my dreams

    Quietly taking your hand.

    Whispering softly into the breeze...

    I'll hold on for all that I am.

     

    Heather H Musu 2011

  • I'm not too sure if this is where I'm supposed to post this...

     

    Listless floating through time and space

    A life of wounds and shameful stains

    Heeded not Your call upon my existence

    Hid from the truth but asked forgiveness

     

    Frivolous plans have fallen away

    Revealing inside indirection

    I no longer wish to be on my own

    I long for Your divine inspiration

     

    Though the road brings darkness again

    Knowing my sufferings were not in vain

    I will take up this light You have bestowed

    Use all that I know for Your gain

     

    Heather H Musu 2011

  • He Walked

    After midnight on the shore of the sea
    The moon was at its crest above
    When a robed figure stepped out of the green
    And upon the sands thereof

    He raised His eyes to beyond the stars
    And then, He raised His hand
    He began to glow with a bluish flame
    While sounds came from the sand

    Each step that He took from that place
    Wherever His feet did pass
    The grains of sand beneath their touch
    Melted into solid glass

    He came to the water and stepped thereon
    His feet leaving the bank
    And wherever He stepped upon its surface
    Each footprint sank

    So if you find yourself in Galilee
    And find some foot-shaped glass
    Know that you hold within your hand
    Proof that our Savior did pass

     

    Greg Champy

  •  

    Hi Angelyn,

    Beautifully written my friend!

    Bless you!

  • Blistered Peeling Paint

     

    How pitiless this weakened psyche

    To ever consider in contemplation

    That all life’s conscious moments

    Were exercised in furious vain

     

    Time, in unrepentant ruthlessness

    Has taken revenge on misspent youth

    All wounds of shortcomings hauntingly

    Exposed by unforgiving worldly elements

     

    An overwhelming gripping affinity

    Permeates throughout this shattered shell

    As slowly I identify a squandered existence

    To the window’s blistered peeling paint

     

    Curling back the fasciae of my life

    Gloss fading from a weathered brow

    With living, less before me than behind

    I lay bare in testimony my wickedness

     

    Seeking exoneration from shadowed thoughts

    Bleaching clean with virtuous undertakings

    Sanding down an over inflated ego

    Ready for a new coat of righteous paint

     

    Phill (ozofee) @ 2011

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