When I first found this place and my life was in the pits, I found a poem today that pretty much described me then.
What do I do
now that you're gone?
well, when there's
nothing else going on,
which is quite often,
I sit in a corner and
I cry
until I am
too numbed
to feel.
Paralyzed motionless
for awhile. nothing
moving
inside or out.
then I think
how much I miss you.
then I feel
fear
pain
loneliness
desolation.
then
I cry
until I am
too numbed
to feel.
intresting pasttime.and with the acceptance of where I am now, thanks to the wonderful and awesome grace of God;
the sun will rise
in a few minutes
it's been doing it
--regularly--
for as long as I
can remember.
maybe I should
pin my hopes
on important,
but often
unnoticed,
certainties
like that,
not on such relatively
trivial matters as
whether you will ever
love me or not.and in saying good bye, (to my former wife...not praise.cafe

)but only for the sake of my own personal healing and growth;
You were the best of loves,
you were the worst of loves...
and you left behind several
unintended gifts:
through you I re-examined my
need (uh, desire?) for one significant
other to share my life-space with.
you commanded in me an unwilling
re-evaluation of self, behaviour patterns,
relationshipping, & a corresponding
change in attitudes; i.e.: growth.
I'm nicer to people.
I'm more in touch with my feelings,
the things and persons around me, life.
And, of course, a scattering of poems
(the best of poems, the worst of poems)
that never would have been without
your disruptions.
Thanks.So.....to
all of you here at
praise.cafe, Thanks from the deepest portions of my heart. You all and the words of inspiration I found here were a huge help in getting me from the
miery clay to a place where
my feet are on the Rock!
Thanks!
