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"Quesions for God" CONTEST There I was, missing her, As she was lost somewhere in the snow, The dead of winter encompassed her, -slowly passed into oblivian. There are no words to convey, These inert thoughts of her sadness, For I called on God, For I had never accepted... -the truth. I had all these interruptions, I fell into the fire so inquisitive, And above my sights, And below my perceptions, I broke myself, I seperated my thoughts, Into pieces and parts with unkown beliefs. As the inadequate temperature, Raised questions in my mind, Then I felt my God, My haste has been incomplete... -until that moment. I slept in the basement, And awoke in the black atmosphere, So many inquisitive questions, "Why isn't she still alive?" Thoughts and inquiry, I softly whispered... "Is there a way to explain, Why she left me so alone? For I can't live with out her, I'm a reducing agent on the quinone. Now my ability to breathe, My emotions so suppressed, Will I ever see her again? I have addressed that I'm depressed. Why can I not move anymore, Why did she take her own life? Why is suicide so alive lately? Now I'm paying the price." Suddenly I felt her purpose, On this earth so apparent, So I quietly meditated, Eyes closed, heart refreshed, And in that moment.. -I understood this tragedy... "Is it normal to feel at ease, Underneath the shattered glass? Has my confliction subsided?" I'm allowing this catastrophe to surpass. "What's the dealing in the healing? And what's the warmth in the snow? You've listened as I've expressed my grievance, A delighted gift you have bestowed." Higher power, how I trust you, Thoughts and inquiry, I softly whispered, "For now my restraints have been lifted, And I understood her purpose, To be the most beautiful woman, But she ended up so mirthless." Even though she gave up too soon, And no matter the circumstance, I feel from my guidance from my higher power, And I imagined her as she danced. "Where were you hiding? My power greater than myself," As I thanked you soul revived, "I'm grateful for my personal wealth." October 14, 2015 4th Place Winner

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Date: 10/18/2015 4:42:00 PM
Laura, Nice to see you on Silent One's winning list. Congratulations on your win. --SKAT
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Lu Loo
Date: 10/18/2015 5:54:00 PM
Thank you SKAT :) you are always so sweet
Date: 10/16/2015 1:56:00 AM
Congrats on awesome win with this exquisite write Laura!
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Lu Loo
Date: 10/18/2015 5:52:00 PM
Thank you very much Dr. Upma, I appreciate your kind words :)
Date: 10/16/2015 1:17:00 AM
Losing nearest and dearest is a wild horse that one must ride but never tame, sadly. One can at least find comfort in faith. Lovely poem, Laura, well done. Viv x
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Lu Loo
Date: 10/18/2015 5:52:00 PM
Thank you Viv, it is true. Without my faith, I wouldn't be where I am today. :)
Date: 10/14/2015 3:59:00 PM
There are some questions that will not ever be answered. The mind and the heart are too complicated to understand, and yet we try to view things from different angles, an attempt at putting the pieces of a jigsaw together. This poem is touching, sad and beautiful. ~ Regards // paul
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Lu Loo
Date: 10/18/2015 5:50:00 PM
Thank you Paul you are right :)
Date: 10/14/2015 1:29:00 PM
I love this poem and I feel the pain as I read of your depth of despair in losing a loved one to suicide. My brother-in-law took his life at age 34 about 1965. I recently had a dream of him and it was such a vivid dream. He was so happy in that place we on Earth call Heaven. You will be reunited one day with the one you lost.
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Date: 10/14/2015 1:37:00 PM
Thank you Joan :) I think those dreams never stop, and I feel it's your brother reaching out and helping you sleep ever so comfy in yur bed. Sounds like you're in the same place I am. My situation with her death is a major inspiration in my writing, as I'm sure yours as well. Be blessed! :)

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