Monday, February 26, 2007
a morning jolt
Somebody shoot me. I wish I were dead. I woke up this morning and thought I was with her in Houston, and then I realized I am not, and it broke me in half. Then, to read of another poisonous note slipped into a package.....!! My God, cruelty without bounds...from a Christian! Elke, I am so sorry. Put away her poison and see it for what it is. 143
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
If you can take his heart..
A line from one of those Rocky movies says," if you can take his heart, you will beat him." It is the trainer's voice from in the corner...and a lesson in how to destroy someone from the inside. I have done that, or at least caused a grievous injury, and I am "gutted." Take a man's heart and you have beaten him without a single blow. But...
there is a love waiting, a love that wafts through a man's heart as the scent of spring roses...a love that is bottomless as a glacial lake-cool, clear, timeless....a love that is white-hot and blue, burning eternally, giving out it's heat to the one as it consumes itself...joyously.
There is a hope that begs to stretch it's wings and fly on the breath of an unborn child, dreaming herself into life. She has a name and I have seen her in my slumbers.
There is a day, a very special day chosen from thin air by one who cannot reason but waits for her own demise. It has a number-517. Two would be joined on that day, burned together as one for eternity, cooled by the healing patient waters, solid, impermeable as stone...forever in embrace.
And there is a faith newly seeded, grown up from suffering by love's promise as a new sapling of a Sequoia pulls itself up to greet the sun.
Forever this love, this hope, this faith resides in his heart for her and for them. Forever is calm in the wanting, for time is spinning and change is blowing across the distance...to return.
there is a love waiting, a love that wafts through a man's heart as the scent of spring roses...a love that is bottomless as a glacial lake-cool, clear, timeless....a love that is white-hot and blue, burning eternally, giving out it's heat to the one as it consumes itself...joyously.
There is a hope that begs to stretch it's wings and fly on the breath of an unborn child, dreaming herself into life. She has a name and I have seen her in my slumbers.
There is a day, a very special day chosen from thin air by one who cannot reason but waits for her own demise. It has a number-517. Two would be joined on that day, burned together as one for eternity, cooled by the healing patient waters, solid, impermeable as stone...forever in embrace.
And there is a faith newly seeded, grown up from suffering by love's promise as a new sapling of a Sequoia pulls itself up to greet the sun.
Forever this love, this hope, this faith resides in his heart for her and for them. Forever is calm in the wanting, for time is spinning and change is blowing across the distance...to return.
Monday, February 19, 2007
What Happened...?
February 9.....and another amputation. Backed into a corner, I felt I had no other choice. I am doing the right thing, morally, but I have left in my wake a badly broken heart...one I have loved for almost 30 years. She will go on, but I cannot say goodbye. Uncertain of the future, I try to repair the damage here not knowing what will come of it.
She is that most magical of women-kind, compassionate, generous, loving, funny, smart, beautiful inside and out. She is also strong-willed, driven, creative, energetic, fun-loving.
I miss her terribly, and I hope for healing and peace.
She is that most magical of women-kind, compassionate, generous, loving, funny, smart, beautiful inside and out. She is also strong-willed, driven, creative, energetic, fun-loving.
I miss her terribly, and I hope for healing and peace.
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