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Sunday's Story |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa 
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PARDON ME Pardon me, I cannot see what waits for me next week but if in sleep I hear a song, I’ll hum along in tune and try to memorize how it makes me feel. It seems important now to remember all my dreams when called upon to witness the building of the new from foundations of the old. In the process of change I inhale dust particles that settle in my chest as a weighted brick unblessed and my eyes become the storehouse of fragments sent adrift to scout for innocence amongst the weaker sex. I squint, and I blink, till tears flow down my cheeks and force me to me knees in search of handkerchiefs to mop and blot the stain of continual change. Of necessity I smile while hearing all the while screaming saws and high-pitched drills pounding on the walls and implanting in my brain the wish to run away. But wishes don’t come true especially not today when the floor on which I walk is meant to slow me down and prevent me from attaining all I’m hoping for. If tomorrow never comes and I’m caught still needing more with hands still cold and empty of all they held before a blackout will occur and a heart will ever yearn for the sunlight of true love and fresh air of permanence. Today as I walk I tread softly on the floor and navigate with care the obstacles of life sent to test my strength and my willingness to bend to the will of one who knows that only when alone can we see the way to go. But, pardon me; I cannot see what waits for me next week so with flick of head and shoulder lift I disappear again to the dungeon of belief until the change complete! Helen [This message has been edited by littlewing (07-20-2003 04:03 AM).] |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Helen: God you write beautifully . . . this: mop and blot the stain of continual change. I know change is good , but Jesus it does hurt now doesnt it? This hit right through the core, to my heart and back out again. In awe, actually xxoo |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
Wonderfully descriptive. Kethry Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind. Unknown |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thank you, Littlewing, for your kind comment and for fixing my typo. The song of love has a beautiful soul and sometimes on a Sunday it visits my home!  Kethry - Thank you so much for reading. |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
If tomorrow never comes and I’m caught still needing more with hands still cold and empty of all they held before a blackout will occur and a heart will ever yearn for the sunlight of true love and fresh air of permanence Oh Helen, thank you for this Sunday story, they continue to read as beautiful as ever, a reality that reads like a prayer. I'm so glad I didn't miss this, I went out of town this weekend, only to come home with some god awful bug that gave me food poisoning. (One more reason not to get a web cam) Thank you again for your voice, and for sharing the love of Sundays. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Helen You have a powerful voice, and a tender heart...that's what I see in your poetry. |
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SharaRose Member Elite
since 2003-07-19
Posts 2501Somewhere out there~ |
Wow..this write proves what they say about words. It seems they took on a life of themselves when I read this. WOW! Sharp cuts right to the soul... I'm just froze. Amazing! SharaRose @-->-- Of sound, and speech let all lift the hearer! |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Hi, "Bluesy" - I do hope you conquer that little bug soon. My goodness - "A reality that reads like a prayer" and how right you are for I have often thought that myself. I'm glad I didn't disappoint you with this story because only through your encouragement was it written. Thank you for that! Hello Martie and thank you for your kind comment. How else in this rather cruel and harsh world can a "tender heart" express itself? I'm merely the pawn of some mythical character who lives within. SharaRose - Someone once said that there are so many words "out there" that we can't make a difference. If I have touched at least one person then I guess I have made a difference and that is pleasing to me. Thank you. |
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