Thank you, Doc.
I, personally, can relate to what you have written. Some have not tried again, however.
Hope springs eternal?
CC
is your sense of loneliness (if you are lonely) heightened when you see what they share?
how do cope (if you are coping) with a sense of isolation, of not having a significant other?.
i know some single persons who are very happy as they are.
Thank you, Doc.
I, personally, can relate to what you have written. Some have not tried again, however.
Hope springs eternal?
CC
is your sense of loneliness (if you are lonely) heightened when you see what they share?
how do cope (if you are coping) with a sense of isolation, of not having a significant other?.
i know some single persons who are very happy as they are.
is your sense of loneliness (if you are lonely) heightened when you see what they share?
How do cope (if you ARE coping) with a sense of isolation, of not having a significant other?
I know some single persons who are very happy as they are. Likewise, I know some miserable couples. We all know what the apostle Paul said on this subject so I'll skip that!
Your thoughts and personal experience are welcome, whether YOU are a couple or you are single.
Thanks.
CC
this, my day's long and arduous journey, is winding down as infinite night gracefully descends and takes me into her welcomed embrace.. i have no reason to fear the inevitable, my transition into a higher and more glorious estate than was allowed me upon this beautiful but angst-filled habitation.. what must be borne with calm, with dignity, with rejoicing, has been prepared for me from earliest times.
its accomplishment requires nothing of me .
.
Breathe deeply and long, I shall, dear OrphanCrow.
With gratitude and love,
CoCo
today i awoke from dreams of nocturnal flight,.
hoping they might take me through the day and.
lift me skyward, though now awake.. .
Today I awoke from dreams of nocturnal flight,
Hoping they might take me through the day and
Lift me skyward, though now awake.
E'er a child at heart and full of hope, I left my perch
And begged Icarus that he should hear my plea to
Enter that realm where once he briefly sailed.
Head bowed, I spoke my heart, cast my eyes toward
The eternal sun and lifted off an earth that gave way
To a boy who dared dream what could not be . . .
this, my day's long and arduous journey, is winding down as infinite night gracefully descends and takes me into her welcomed embrace.. i have no reason to fear the inevitable, my transition into a higher and more glorious estate than was allowed me upon this beautiful but angst-filled habitation.. what must be borne with calm, with dignity, with rejoicing, has been prepared for me from earliest times.
its accomplishment requires nothing of me .
.
How very kind of you, doofdaddy, to think of me and offer this beautiful poem.
I relate to it on several levels and will read it again and again, allowing its simplicity and truth to sink deep within.
Blessings and peace.
CoCo
i was expecting you, but not so early in the day.. i saw you walk up to my neighbor fred's house last week while i was out getting the newspaper, once again tossed into the bushes by a careless newspaper boy.
today, it's the usual routine of rising at dawn, fetching the paper from the bushes -- where else?
-- and settling into my comfy, tattered wing back with the first of several cups of coffee.
I know why you are here.
You love me as none other.
You are mute in your expressions of love, for, truly, you possess no voice. Yet, your liquid eyes send a message in unassailably sharp relief, wordless paeans of love that penetrate into the inner recesses of my heart of hearts, darkened chambers that for too long were cold and insentient rooms of sheer nothingness.
As Winter awaits patiently the thaw that Spring inevitably offers a frozen landscape, so, too, the barren landscape of my aching soul has warmed, has come ablaze by means of your soundless protestations of a love for me that I wished but never imagined.
A man disfigured in body and soul awaits eternally, yes, in vain, for what you have offered me so generously, so without reservation, so without demands.
Our eyes say love while lips mouth Eternal Love . . .
this, my day's long and arduous journey, is winding down as infinite night gracefully descends and takes me into her welcomed embrace.. i have no reason to fear the inevitable, my transition into a higher and more glorious estate than was allowed me upon this beautiful but angst-filled habitation.. what must be borne with calm, with dignity, with rejoicing, has been prepared for me from earliest times.
its accomplishment requires nothing of me .
.
One always hopes for better, but this one, this poor and lonely poet who rarely manages a rhyme, contents himself that the sun both rose and offered him warmth, albeit a thin and pale warmth this lonely winter's day.
The waning day has become more somber, more gray, yet the advent of Sol's dipping below Earth's horizon fills me not with dread of looming Darkness, but reminds that on the morrow I shall have another chance at life . . . at love.
i was expecting you, but not so early in the day.. i saw you walk up to my neighbor fred's house last week while i was out getting the newspaper, once again tossed into the bushes by a careless newspaper boy.
today, it's the usual routine of rising at dawn, fetching the paper from the bushes -- where else?
-- and settling into my comfy, tattered wing back with the first of several cups of coffee.
Thank you, MissFit:
Will return . . .
CC
there has been more than a few posts about anthony morris iii and his talk about tight pants, spanx (spandex?
) and bethel as a destination vacation.. after the initial bewilderment and laughing about his diatribe, it is more clear to me that this was not about modest clothing choices, or spiritual priorities.. it was designed and succeeded as a slap in the face of all who listened.. the things he talked about are just not on the normal radar of anyone who listened.. i can recall nowhere in writing that ever encouraged families to go to bethel before disneyworld, mgm, etc; nowhere that talks about leggings or modern cut men's suits (it is just fashion, after all), or women wearing exercise clothing in public.
(on a side note, i have been to assemblies, there are just not many of us who could wear tight clothing and not look like stuffed sausage, so how many people was he aiming at here?).
i was expecting you, but not so early in the day.. i saw you walk up to my neighbor fred's house last week while i was out getting the newspaper, once again tossed into the bushes by a careless newspaper boy.
today, it's the usual routine of rising at dawn, fetching the paper from the bushes -- where else?
-- and settling into my comfy, tattered wing back with the first of several cups of coffee.
Thanks so much, MissFit and Hairtrigger!
You've both made my day. Though I typically get few replies to what I write, the ones I do receive keep me trying and pushing forward -- some 8 years now.
CoCo