Miracles Happen

Unfruitful woman, Grieving and barren Lament not life’s fortune. Heaven shall reckon. Plump as a melon. Life wrought its leaven. Childbirth. My haven. © May 5, 2011 Dane Smith-Johnsen

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Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Date: 5/6/2011 2:29:00 AM

Mourning Mist, your comments must be refering to another of my poems, "Temerity". That poem was a poetic exercise in the use of a word that was new to me...temerity. Point taken...anytime one makes a generalization about anyone or anything, we can often include the innocent in our judgments. That is probably why the Bible teaches "...judge not lest ye be judged..." I appreciate your comment. I am not familiar with the verse you are refering to, however. Have a nice day. Lovingly, Dane Ann

Mourning Mist

Date: 5/5/2011 8:02:00 PM

just sounds so familiar about power freak,,,are you sure the power was not properly granted? as the bible describes?

Mourning Mist

Date: 5/5/2011 8:01:00 PM

i noticed one of your poems speaks of a power freak with no meekness..i think you are very wrong about that..spirit spoke to me about that posting..

Mourning Mist

Date: 5/5/2011 7:58:00 PM

good for you, sigh...i have had dreams of being pregnant again, but my only pregnancy was brutal, I had to have a c section because she was premature, problems, and I have IVC, and my cervix is missing a part of it...but I have had dreams and personal longings of another...

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 5/5/2011 7:54:00 PM

Sweetie, I'm so glad God worked this miracle for you. Thanks for chatting with me tonight. I hope your children do something special for you this Mothers' Day! Love, Carolyn