among thorns
situations can be celebrated but
this is not one of them for
too many days have been allowed to
flitter away into nothingness and I
don't pretend to understand it all so
long ago I stopped asking why or
expected anyone to hold my hand while
sitting here in the middle surrounded by
all these thorns that feel like an enemy who
consistently tests my ability to hang
onto the big dreamer born
inside that took up residence in
my hearts
desire
posted by Darlene at
5:08 PM
13 Comments:
Oh I hear this one today.
God come clear our thorns!!!
This evoked so many emotions sweet friend with so few words.
Praying for Peace and Light
Wow! This is one cool and non-serene poem. Very good. I hope the thorns dry up and drop off reavealing a beautiful dreamer within and not a prickly cactus. Sigh!
Oh my goodness Dar-your banner is so lovely. I have to have your sister work on one for me:)
I am sad reading this post-thinking things must be rough and prickly is disheartening. I am sending you lots of healing energy and love.
XO
The brightness of the heart
outshines the thorns.
Peace and love to you, who gives it so easily.
Thinking of you and hoping that those thorns will quickly disappear from your side! Have missed you. Hope that you are feeling well soon. Love & hugs to you Darlene.
(((darlene)))
I understand...
btw ~ puffed glass heart looks familiar. Brought a smile to my face sweetie.
Loving your new banner.
XXXO
I pray that God will clear out all of the thorns that are in your lilfe right now and truly bring beauty out of the ashes.
I love your new banner and miss you when you are not contributing to "blog world."
You have such a gift sweet sister.
Peacocks eat thorns. They are what produce their magnificent colors.
Love.
((((Darlene))))
your in my thoughts & prayers
hope some candle light will clear some thorns for you
btw i heart your new banner!! xox
I love you Darlene.
Wanda Mom
i, and many others with me, are happy to stretch our arms out through the thorns and hold your hand. and while our eyes are closed, squeeded tight, those thorns will shrivel and die. and when you open your eyes they'll be gone.
I love your words here Darlene. I have been missing you very much.
Its awful to read that you are feeling this way and I hope the prickeles leave you alone.
(hugs) and kisses.
Bx
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