Ah, but it in us to change reality by changing our relationship to it.
And when I leave this realm it isn't entombment into a sarcophagus of no feeling, to me it is dropping the cloak I wore for but a moment in time. Shedding the here and now for the journey
The soul continues in free-form
To rest in spirit with source or renew itself in another world another realm of reality.
Thank you Debra. I am glad I misunderstood 😆 and you are well! And thank you so much for enlightening and walking me through your poem. So nice of you to ask for pouring you another! In spite of your cup running over, I am not sure I am ready to do that. You are teaching with your words and actions! I love that! Thank you very much for shining your light on us as well! Won’t forget!
It isn`t gloominess as much as reflection. I have been through many a storm. The poem first walks through that storm and in prayer I say that if my pain is to save another I would walk through more.
Though my cup runneth over - pour me another- to save another
When we have our troubles, death, abuse, tragedies we can feel like we will not survive them. But we grow in grace, in love, in forgiveness we can transform our pain to something better for our souls, for the world.
Thank you for reaching out. I work through my anguish in song, in poetry, in a story across the page. It is how I have survived all these years.
I appreciate the concern you have shown and am glad to know I can reach out if/when the need appears.
Ah, but it in us to change reality by changing our relationship to it.
And when I leave this realm it isn't entombment into a sarcophagus of no feeling, to me it is dropping the cloak I wore for but a moment in time. Shedding the here and now for the journey
The soul continues in free-form
To rest in spirit with source or renew itself in another world another realm of reality.
The limits are within and we make the cage
so to is the freedom to take flight. ✨️
When young I read the poem Invictus
It touched me with the black pit
And his “unconquerable soul”
But now with light I see
One escaping the pit of reality
Is not an escape
But an entombment
Into a sarcophagus of no feeling
So now I live not only the joy
But the knives and arrows
Of life’s sometimes painful reality
Knowing that I can survive
I can be alive or a you say
I can drink from another cup
I’m glad you enjoyed your
Mint and chocolate chip
Debra, this touches my heart! You can do this!
Together we encourage healing and stand in each other's presence. 💞✨🫂
Exactly! 💜🫂
What’s up Debra? Why the sudden gloominess? Everything ok there?
Thank you Debra. I am glad I misunderstood 😆 and you are well! And thank you so much for enlightening and walking me through your poem. So nice of you to ask for pouring you another! In spite of your cup running over, I am not sure I am ready to do that. You are teaching with your words and actions! I love that! Thank you very much for shining your light on us as well! Won’t forget!
May the sun warm you
May the wind cool you
May your day be blessed 💞🫂✨
Hello Shalini, I hope you are doing well.
It isn`t gloominess as much as reflection. I have been through many a storm. The poem first walks through that storm and in prayer I say that if my pain is to save another I would walk through more.
Though my cup runneth over - pour me another- to save another
When we have our troubles, death, abuse, tragedies we can feel like we will not survive them. But we grow in grace, in love, in forgiveness we can transform our pain to something better for our souls, for the world.
Thank you for reaching out. I work through my anguish in song, in poetry, in a story across the page. It is how I have survived all these years.
I appreciate the concern you have shown and am glad to know I can reach out if/when the need appears.
Your light shines with your kindness. 💙🫂✨