Good point, ADCMS, about the slave labor aspect.
You can't count time helping your brother or sister in need. Some goodhearted souls, of course, couldn't care less about official directives and simply go ahead and do the right thing.
Thanks,
CC
"and let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not.
" holman christian standard bible; galations 6:9.. i just now remembered an old wt article about the things that discourage us about our imperfect selves.
one such disappointment in ourselves is that we know we should continue doing good unto others, but we're simply worn out.
Good point, ADCMS, about the slave labor aspect.
You can't count time helping your brother or sister in need. Some goodhearted souls, of course, couldn't care less about official directives and simply go ahead and do the right thing.
Thanks,
CC
"and let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not.
" holman christian standard bible; galations 6:9.. i just now remembered an old wt article about the things that discourage us about our imperfect selves.
one such disappointment in ourselves is that we know we should continue doing good unto others, but we're simply worn out.
"And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not." Holman Christian Standard Bible; Galations 6:9.
I just now remembered an old WT article about the things that discourage us about our imperfect selves. One such disappointment in ourselves is that we know we should continue doing good unto others, but we're simply worn out. Then we (are made to) feel guilty. To be fair, however, I do recall some encouraging advice. Of course, the bottom line has always been to get some rest and then hit the treadmill again!
Did you tire out from all your JW-related theocratic activities?
Thanks.
CoCo
not of your own accord would you slip away and leave this fragile and wounded man unattended.
i love you deeply, but, i admit, erratically.
my flaws are manifold.
Gee, Nancy!
Make that 2 true stories. So bitingly expressed. !!!
THANKS!
CC
i dreamed, once again, you were at my side talking, laughing, loving.
the sun warmed my face and you my heart as we lived a life forever.. i awoke with a start that left behind the land of our past, viewing my today for the misery and sadness that, truly, it is and ever shall be.. is it better to live in the land of dreams with the one i love or to exist alone and awake, recalling the dark intent that poisoned your heart?.
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I recall most of the words, Nancy, but had never actually seen them written out. It does help to see and read them.
THANKS!
CC
i dreamed, once again, you were at my side talking, laughing, loving.
the sun warmed my face and you my heart as we lived a life forever.. i awoke with a start that left behind the land of our past, viewing my today for the misery and sadness that, truly, it is and ever shall be.. is it better to live in the land of dreams with the one i love or to exist alone and awake, recalling the dark intent that poisoned your heart?.
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Thanks, cultBgone, for a point very well made!
We never know what will appear out of the blue.
Best regards.
CoCo
i dreamed, once again, you were at my side talking, laughing, loving.
the sun warmed my face and you my heart as we lived a life forever.. i awoke with a start that left behind the land of our past, viewing my today for the misery and sadness that, truly, it is and ever shall be.. is it better to live in the land of dreams with the one i love or to exist alone and awake, recalling the dark intent that poisoned your heart?.
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It is not too late.
If you cannot open that closed door and return to our former reality, please come back to me in my dreams, where my pitiable life has long since taken up lodging . . .
not of your own accord would you slip away and leave this fragile and wounded man unattended.
i love you deeply, but, i admit, erratically.
my flaws are manifold.
Hey there, stuckinarut2:
No need to apologize. As a poet, I don't always speak my mind and heart in a straightforward fashion. The above is a portion of a larger body of work expressing my pain -- and perhaps that of others -- over abandonment by those whose primary devotion is to their religion. I cannot judge too harshly because I once was a religious fanatic.
The man who asks his love why she left him is a needy man, he's a flawed soul, but he loves her above all else. Why is she unable -- unwilling -- to ignore all the noise from the outside and simply focus on him? There's always some justification for leaving the spiritually weak mate; perhaps it's so-called spiritual endangerment. The abandoned mate, male or female, is often broken beyond repair.
I'm lucky because I recovered.
Thanks for posting!
CoCo
not of your own accord would you slip away and leave this fragile and wounded man unattended.
i love you deeply, but, i admit, erratically.
my flaws are manifold.
quest81:
Welcome to JWN! Nice to have you here.
Your sentiments are appreciated. Thank you.
CoCo
i dreamed, once again, you were at my side talking, laughing, loving.
the sun warmed my face and you my heart as we lived a life forever.. i awoke with a start that left behind the land of our past, viewing my today for the misery and sadness that, truly, it is and ever shall be.. is it better to live in the land of dreams with the one i love or to exist alone and awake, recalling the dark intent that poisoned your heart?.
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Delightful, Nancy. Twisted brain? I think not.
Hi Magnum: in part, the "religion" that was once dear to our hearts became an overpowering obsession -- obeyed at all costs -- to some of our mates.
POISON.
THANKS!
CC
not of your own accord would you slip away and leave this fragile and wounded man unattended.
i love you deeply, but, i admit, erratically.
my flaws are manifold.
Who took you from me?
Not of your own accord would you slip away and leave this fragile and wounded man unattended. I love you deeply, but, I admit, erratically. My flaws are manifold. Aren't your friends and family -- God Himself -- aware of my urgent, pressing needs? Have they insinuated themselves into your psyche and persuaded you that your once unbridled affection for me is unhealthy?
Have you tired of loving him whose devotion to you is complete?
You are my reason for living. Why, then, am I not yours?