The only title this post needs is that I shouldn't be posting this
I shouldn't be going by what I feel, I shouldn't have to use this to let it all out.
My days are increasing as numbers unfold,
And give way to new birth of month;
My pain it is growing,
And numb is my brain,
I love not the wisdom of old.
The sayings of wise and the thoughts of the gray,
They hold all the truth of the path;
The beatings of wardrums,
They deafen the joy,
That have not, I've been told I may.
I'm losing the sight of the threshhold above,
With every new rung that I climb;
I'm scared of the falling,
With my weakened heart,
And doubting that my path is love.
Lived this way I have for all my last four years,
And always been told I was wrong;
Lived then by my feelings,
And rarely by fact,
Now seeking the shelter of tears.
This shelter I've sought and had comfort before,
It never has failed me yet;
This is my shought pleasure,
It yet should not be,
For Others can comfort me more.
My days are increasing as numbers unfold,
And give way to new birth of month;
My pain it is growing,
And numb is my brain,
I love not the wisdom of old.
The sayings of wise and the thoughts of the gray,
They hold all the truth of the path;
The beatings of wardrums,
They deafen the joy,
That have not, I've been told I may.
I'm losing the sight of the threshhold above,
With every new rung that I climb;
I'm scared of the falling,
With my weakened heart,
And doubting that my path is love.
Lived this way I have for all my last four years,
And always been told I was wrong;
Lived then by my feelings,
And rarely by fact,
Now seeking the shelter of tears.
This shelter I've sought and had comfort before,
It never has failed me yet;
This is my shought pleasure,
It yet should not be,
For Others can comfort me more.
posted by Foolish Thing Nine at 11:17 PM
5 Comments:
Hey, whats up? You dont sound all that pleased with life. I will be praying for you. I hope all goes well.
Phone-call/IM away
Dealt a difficult spades hand, we connive and cajole. We wheedle victory from assured improbability--even apparent impossibility. Granted its a game, not life: the risk is 'fun' because the stakes are small.
Dealt life-troubles, we call misdeal: not enough trump, no face cards!
I've recently been reminded how easy we've got it at times. On the way to church a few weeks ago, I offered a ride to a young man heading to work at McDonalds. Turns out he was older than I thought, he was 28, and he works two full-time jobs to support himself and his 8-year-old son.
I sing in barbershop with Wayne Cline: he's a formerly hard working railroader who retired last year just in time for his wife to be diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis and be pretty much confined to a wheel chair. She's been sick again, and has now also been diagnosed with West Nile Virus--for which 'time' is the only cure.
The stories show that even in life, we're occasionally dealt difficult hands, but we play...we always play.
Hope things improve for you soon!
Aww, that is way too cute that your parents comment. My parents would never comment on my blog.
I miss talking to you pretty much every day. Oh, the good ol' days, huh? Whenever you have free time (or maybe I should say if?), you should give me a call. Seriously. Do it. Or I will leave town purposefully on Christmas break. The whole time. And cry. And you wouldn't want make me cry, now would you? Yeah, I didn't think so. lol
Love you, pal, and miss you. I'll talk to you... umm... eventually.
r u nanowrimoing this year? i decided to give it a shot...exciting times
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