My Heart skips a beat ...
thinking ...
what it would be like..
losing a good friend...
AGAIN ...
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Misunderstood .
Being kind and nice,
Can be a vice.
If i mislead anyone, I'm sorry.
Being friendly & honest , makes me worry.
Things i do and say ,I think are harmless.
But somehow , turns into a mess.
I just want to be accepted for ME.
Closed hearted until I think, it should be.
My personality ..again...MISUNDERSTOOD !
-- Barbara Goodhew
Can be a vice.
If i mislead anyone, I'm sorry.
Being friendly & honest , makes me worry.
Things i do and say ,I think are harmless.
But somehow , turns into a mess.
I just want to be accepted for ME.
Closed hearted until I think, it should be.
My personality ..again...MISUNDERSTOOD !
-- Barbara Goodhew
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Touched by GOD ...

Quiet walk on the subtle path
Shaded by the ancient giants
Gazing deeply into the silence
Starting anew on the contrite journey
Fears dissipate on the rays
Through the small holes in the covering
Streaming from the heavens above
Unseen in this instant, yet always there
God of foreverness here in this moment
Subtly touching this subtle child
Barely perceivable yet overwhelming flood
Songs of angels accompany the walk
Deeply moving the waiting quiet soul
Raging calm tides move the still
Inviting the inferno of utter divinity
Return to the holy ashes of creation
Sparked by a humble and quiet prayer
Sparked by a contrite and needy soul
Invited by this unworthy child
Accepted by this lover of God
Touched by God’s own hand
Healed in the salvation of this instant
Changed forever in the bathing of Love
Changed forever in the perfection of God
Praising now and forever this gift
Salvation here in a holy instant
Perfection dawns in a humble prayer
Returning to Creation’s Divine Hand
( Thank you GOD for giving me peace )
Lessons Learned
Away from death,
I saw life there
And seized it completely,
it was mine-
For quiet death
I did not care
I did not find
the dead divine.
But,
I strove on
in life's good fight
And did not think
of being dead
Still I thought
that I was right
To battle on
in life instead.
I did not praise the Lord,
I was not quiet,
was not good
But I thought
of those who died-
"They said life's good, they understood"
And still,
I know I am alive-
Still I am praising
the young.
having survived you..
Now I swear,
I will survive
The battle which cannot be won.
I saw life there
And seized it completely,
it was mine-
For quiet death
I did not care
I did not find
the dead divine.
But,
I strove on
in life's good fight
And did not think
of being dead
Still I thought
that I was right
To battle on
in life instead.
I did not praise the Lord,
I was not quiet,
was not good
But I thought
of those who died-
"They said life's good, they understood"
And still,
I know I am alive-
Still I am praising
the young.
having survived you..
Now I swear,
I will survive
The battle which cannot be won.
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