Open Poetry #13 |
Somewhere In This Body |
joycerogers Member
since 2001-05-16
Posts 83Texas |
Each day I stand Before self pity and Then go back to bed. I dwell in silence As I play their words Again in my head. Each day I rise to a Table of mourning, To which I sit to eat. My body is a fleshly Prison in which My soul retreats. When I sit to Eat this food, I actually digest my hurt. I rarely ever See God's sun because I Wallow in my dirt. The one thing that My soul is seeking And yet it cannot find, A heart which sees Beyond my body to Explore the depths Of my mind. Somewhere in this body, There is a person here. I can be discovered In the volume of one tear. May His glory be fresh within me. May my heart be renewed in His hand. Joyce Rogers [This message has been edited by joycerogers (edited 05-17-2001).] |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
I know how you feel!!!!!!!!!!! I felt every line.........I am on the Slim Fast plan and writing poetry....I hope it works...... Kathleen Blake |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Very well expressed, Joyce! I'm sure most of us can relate! |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
Whoa! Well done! More! Write on! Live for love. Without love, you don't live. |
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Cuddlez Member
since 1999-11-27
Posts 422Walla Walla, WA 99362 |
Wow! Sure am glad I'm not in this position any longer... Made me remember much though! Time flies? Say it not so, time stays we go. |
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snowpants Member Elite
since 2000-09-16
Posts 2061KS |
Great write and wonderfully expressed thoughts, joyce...I enjoyed this a lot... sp to be with you... |
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