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Going through life
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Gender: female Member Since: March 28, 2008 Last Signed In: July 16, 2008 Blog Views: 231 Send To A Friend Sign Guestbook Add as a Friend
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Strumming the Chords of my heart Silent Words Lupus Ever Wonder Why? To my Father Life Holding On Expression Faith March 08 April 08 May 08 June 08 July 08 August 08 September 08 October 08 November 08 December 08 January 09 February 09 March 09 April 09 May 09 June 09 July 09 August 09 September 09 October 09 November 09 
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Wondering through the mere silence of a heart beat what I’ve done to be so blessed. My mind races from sorrow to unbelief for that which lies in front of me.
While I feel the desire to run to the highest point of human kind and scream; I’ve found it! The weight of the past holds firm in attempt to tear the joy from my soul. The very essence of what life has to offer has finally arrived.
I’ve greeted it with fear and uncertainty but yet curious enough to grasp on to the thought of once more; could it be. Unable to feel the pleasurable joy from beyond the grieving words being spoken from behind.
I sit and ponder, why at a moment such as this I’m unable to fully enjoy all that it offers. Why is it that such devastation is raising from beyond trying to grasp the attention over into its dark direction? In the silence the light is seen but yet the darkness continues to creep forward.
I know my father has set this miracle before me and he awaits to see the strength of my desire for his blessed will. My soul tries to sing but is hushed by the roaming words that are being presented by many. Confused by the enemies control they know no difference.
With the power of my father within my very essence, the gift brought from a far is held so close even I can’t tell where it begins and where it ends. Time hasn’t even yet unfolded but the sharing of feelings is mutual and of depths not understood.
The analogy of a flower steals every breath waiting to be taken. The desire to touch the amazement that keeps me in awe: twists from inside; bringing a state of anxiety unimaginable. Many know that patience is a continued trial that if passed reaps great rewards.
Kneeling here with thoughts playing over and over I shift my focus to my father and speak my desire to touch. Softly spoken in return; the gift is of much more then simplicity such as a touch.
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Jenniefromtheblock
on Jul 16, 2008 at 05:01 PM
Thats lovely.
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