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the distant train whistle the silence of a baby who has forgotten what it was like for someone to come when she cried a token of love shattered into ceramic slivers the wild frightened glance of an adolescent trapped in their mind's tricks the scent of dying roses old letters from a love that spun apart, questions that remain the way the colours sink into the ground after the late fall rain, leaving only muck the roaring silence and the old man's dull stare it hurts, oh it hurts unexpected, a flooding whisper overwhelms the pain "This is not where the story ends, dear one. This is not where the story ends." And, setting in with the chill after the sun's set, a peace. In the dark, we wait and hope. It is enough.

summer dawns and I'm a wanderer neither here nor there chapters closed and not yet begun but what lies between such a sweet rich freedom time to slow to savor, to enjoy I've said plenty of goodbyes in my time but you'll always be a part of who I am you've taught me how beauty and dignity mesh you've given me confidence taught me how to sing and how to weep I've let go the little hands that reached into my mourning heart and claimed my love and care when I thought I was done with loving oh, the Lord knew better and I've left them in good hands now things I'd let go of, the Lord brought them back He is sovereign over opportunity so I'll love because He loves me first first clematis image found here second clematis image found here

day to day breathing is heavy sometimes giving You control has me trembling with fright surrender overwhelms me like an incoming tide the weight of forgiveness burns soft, deep inside my life bears Your name and I'm cupped in Your hands but I build crumbling castles as fast as I can set me high on the Rock, wash away all the sand hour by hour trusting in Your perfect plan I'm scared of Your mercy - it's lovely and hard Your goodness like fire rearranges my heart be Lord of my moments, You've stained them with joy like swallowing sunshine, I make You my choice i image source http://thebigclockstore.com/april/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/06675a.jpg

from blue heavens a trail of wax and feathers like a fallen star into darkness and fire my own way. bent on destroying myself except the Sun of righteousness on the wings of the Morning arises with healing in His wings caught a captive of grace surrender is inevitable holy fire  sanctifying, healing, guiding into His arms imagesource: "The Fall of Icarus" by helene Reference to  Malachi 4:2

you know how it is when you feel like you've left part of yourself somewhere? in a place that you loved with people you loved or someone you loved? I've had a little of that going on and it hurts, the tearing away when you leave again and again why, Lord?  I cried I feel so empty losing bits of myself will there be anything left? but a gentle smile in reply my scarred Savior opened my eyes a little to see where I thought I was empty so many little pieces of other people's hearts that they left with me so much richer, this kind of fullness and those pieces of my heart though I thought it was dying like seeds they grow planted in other lives  and He says this is the way He means us to live to love to trust isn't it beautiful?