Sick With Love (page 4)

myelaine

beloved...she is so lost in Jesus that he has to search for Him to find her

compound complex

The grass still grows and rivers flow,
but since I don't have you, my beloved,

Of what importance is the sun's rise or the
sun's setting now that you've gone away?

Both my heart and you, dearest Sarah,
have been ripped from my life and I have

Been left bleeding with wounds eternally not
stanched and a life with nary a scrap of love ...

satinka

Geez, CoCo. I thought we were going to keep this secret

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Just kidding!

satinka

compound complex

Well, Sar[tink]ah, you know me ... can't keep any good news to myself!

Thanks for stopping by. Have a good day.

CoCo

on the rocks

Very creative...the 1st and 2nd ....keep it up.

Your writings are always beautiful! Don't worry if you don't get many comments, I think sometimes they are so touching we cannot comment. Or we may feel like we would muck up your beautiful thread much like the bull in a china store.

Please keep posting, they are beautiful and often give us a short reprieve of daily life or thinking about jw's and their crazy ways.

compound complex

Good morning, dear on the rocks, tornapart and carla:

I certainly appreciate your kind words - thank you so much!

As I commented elsewhere, when writing, I'm somewhat removed - detached - from the pain that appears to permeate my verse. Maybe past suffering has paid off, so to speak. I no longer am concerned, carla, about receiving few comments and am grateful for your insight. Some things cease to matter as I grow older.

May you all find peace and love.

CoCo

compound complex

You, my beloved - dearest soul ever to touch foot
upon the hallowed earth 'pon which I now kneel -

It's but the memory of you, that fading recollection of
glorious moments past that join my aching heart to a

Wasted soul in an elusive hope that somehow, some
way, I might find relief from a descent into madness.

The parting of our ways was enjoined upon me by a
sickness that struck at a weakness we neither of us

Knew did lurk; and lurk and menace it did until in full
and robust form it burst forth fully conceived from an

Unsuspecting heart: your once pure and noble heart
fastened itself on another, a soul whose neediness

Supplanted my own needs - those once attended by
you; and so you drifted to him whose heart was, by

Urgent necessity, in peril lest you, the healer of those
forlorn, should fail to succor the weaker of us two ...

Quendi

Please keep sharing with us, dear CoCo, in the knowledge that your work is teaching us how to love what is beautiful.

Quendi

Sick With Love

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