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It was one drop.
She, in a facade of innocence, released one drop.
But one drop poisons the entire well.
And my mind won't stop turning back to it.
I know it is killing me, but I cannot stop.
I want to not want.
But I have so little control.
The countless minds in my mind dominate me.
So they force me back on this path.
This often treaded path
of longing and hoping and pain.
And my mind cannot but keep following it.
She seduced my mind.
And my mind broke itself against her.
I cannot walk, so I crawl.
I am in pain, but forward I crawl.
For just one more sip, I crawl.
Towards that poison, I crawl.
Even if I could stop,
Even if I could succeed,
I could not overcome,
I will never be free.
By body is poisoned.
It has settled into my skin, my muscle, my bone.
If pure water was brought to my lips
It would be tainted by the undying poison within.
There is no escaping it.
She corrupted it all.
It was one drop.
And it corrodes all things.
Now, I have become a poison.
My very essence turned vile.
I have become a weapon.
I infect all that I touch.
I am the Midas of poison.
I am a scourge.
Her careless drop seeps.
Seeps through all I know.
Through all known to those I know.
An evil is now loosed since I could not process it.
And yet it seems no one else sees.
They don't even detect it.
This polluted, dreadful world masks the evil,
For my corruption is another scream in the winds of chaos.
But I see it.
Within the walls of my mind.
Within my head.
This poison dissolves ambition, love, hope...
It corrupts any virtue,
It reaches at my foundations,
And it leaches whatever bit of life is left.
Without purpose.
When it is finished with me, it will eek into the ground.
No one will ever find a trace.
Not even her who caused it.
For only my tainted eyes see.
So let me rot.
Let my mind rot.
Let my thoughts and spirit and being rot.
Rot to core.
Damn her poison.
Damn my foolish mind.
Damn all parts of the Universe.
So incomplete and alone.
So lonely and alone.
So insufficient and alone.
In another world I am almost complete.
Nearly whole.
A tower of strength.
An unbreakable dam.
A mountain of virtue,
Angelic, nearing cohesion with the complete.
In that world,
I would purge this poison.
But as I am,
I cannot.
So this poison shall purge me.
In the silence of the evening, when shadows dance on the walls of the heart,
I think of you, my love, and feel myself becoming a flower,
A flower opening its petals under your warm touch,
Your gaze, an ocean in which I lose and find myself,
Your presence, a gentle caress that fills the garden of my soul.
Oh, how could I not remain forever by your side,
In endless devotion, like a star in the night sky,
You, a tower of strength and hope in the storm of life,
With measured steps but a heart open to the challenges of the world.
The years pass, like a river flowing endlessly,
And our love grows, like a tree stretching its branches to the sky.
Every breath binds us closer,
And even in darkness, our love shines,
Like a torch on an unknown path.
When you are beside me, the burden disappears,
You are not just my partner, but my closest friend,
And all I wish for is that our love never knows an end.
In the flow of my consciousness, I wonder how the world would be without you,
But then I remember that every moment with you
Is a gift, a miniature eternity,
And I realize our love is the most beautiful story,
A story written in the stars, with ink of longing and dreaming,
In a language only our hearts can understand.
The Lord is my fortress my tower of Strength
He strengthens my hand for battle
Granting me strength to overcome the enemy
The lord is my refuge he hides my soul
From the sharp arrows of mine pursuers
The Lord is my Rock My strength against foe
When besieged he crushes my enemy
Like a lion on the prowl i face my adversary
For the great Lion resides in Me and I in Him
I shall know no fear
I shall show no pain
I shall yield no ground
For the victory is mine
Even though i waketh the valley of the shadows
I shall fear no evil for you are with me
My sword my staff
My rock my refuge
My fortress my salvation
And I will delight in His presence
All the days of eternity.. As for me
He is Ebeneezer My victory banner
code 254
SELAH
To the director of music
There for me in my hour of need
surprising me with a small gift
How blessed am I …
your friendship is one I cherish
Always having time to listen
when we share a pot of tea
Now I bring shopping for you
to show my appreciation
Kindness and thoughtfulness
are so evident when we talk
So finally I can pay tribute
to my wonderful friend Chris
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A tribute to my wonderful friend Chris Faragher who has been a tower of strength for me especially when my husband had his cancer surgery and I had no support from my parents and sister. Her friendship and support mean the world to me
06/21/20
We can show our love to the world for the world needs love
We can live with kindness and love, the way Jesus did
We can be the tower of strength for someone weaker
Sharing ourselves , giving selflessly, the greatest gift
that we can share with our fellow man
Treasures need not be silver or gold
Or an abundance of wealth to hold
Treasures can be the precious moment
And special memories of the past
It is in helping a friend in need
Or giving a hug when things are tough
In knowing when to be there and when not
It is taking the time instead of being blind
To the need that stands at your door
It’s not the word “Mother”
that means anything to me,
it’s the emotion and love inside the word,
hidden, for all to see, it’s the
Mold I measure myself by, the
Optimism I learned, the
Tower of strength I lean on, the
Hearth and home that nurtured, the
Encouragement to fly, and the
Rock that has held our family together through the years.
It’s the woman I call Mother
and her gentle, loving eyes,
that “squinty” look, the love and pride
that sees right through the lies.
Her poise, her laughter,
her intimidation, and her grace,
her smile of encouragement and
the patience on her face.
She’s all the thing I hope to be,
a vibrant, bright bouquet,
as breath taking and beautiful,
as the first daffodil in May.
© 5/10/14 TDR
Rough, painful, daunting to the depths of my bare soul.
My heart aches for trouble waits at my doorstep.
Pursued and hunted, my life is ever at risk.
Many snares are set before me,
I know no mercy from man
The eyes of my heart are wide open
Searching for a way, through this midst of darkness;
And they only find the One and Only way:
The Way, the Truth and the Life.
Christ my Lord and Saviour.
Christ my Lord is my sanctuary of refuge
my rock of hope,
my wine of love,
my tower of strength
Christ is my LORD
in HIM i find Mercy,
More mercy in a day,
than all men have given me my whole life.
The window shakes from rain fast-beating,
From grey-torn clouds the sky fast-fleeting,
Relentless vapours madly swirling,
First autumn deluge earthwards hurling.
The chimney howls from wind mad-rushing,
From gutters pour full floods out-gushing,
Remorseless gales and gusts hard pressing,
Each earthly structure's strength assessing.
Yet safe within those walls defending,
With firelight glow and shadows blending,
Two children small, the storm unheeding,
At Mother's knee, her Bible reading.
"God is their tower of strength defending,
He is their refuge never-ending,
His plenty all their need supplying,
Their help in life, their life in dying."
"Is he our help, from storms protecting?
Is life quite safe, his care expecting?
And Mother, if our lives were ending,
Could peace be ours, on him depending?"
"My children, hear the storm attacking,
Just hear the howl, the rafters racking.
You trust in me, your Mother caring,
Your peace is mine — my peace you're sharing."
"Much more is God in Christ worth taking
To be your trust, all else forsaking.
In storms of life, with all else failing,
His powerful love is all-prevailing."
"Learn well, my loves, from nature's teaching
The lessons God is often preaching.
Learn better still, his Word, plain-speaking -
His love, his safety - yours for seeking.”
Written on January 15th 1984 after a violent snow and hail storm in North Dorset UK.
Whatever your situation, that may be
a definite solution being
a seed of happiness, Christianity.
A darkness maybe upon and clouding your life
millions of testimonies
proof to ease all strife.
Be blessed or simply ask Jesus
to take the reins and control
the seed of darkness,watered by God
sit back and let it roll.
From darkness roots pushing stem of light
giving off a ray of confidence hope
and broadening your insight.
For then your walk,will take a step up high
then without you realising
blossoming towards the sky.
As a maturing plantation
roots spraying foundation of the earth
Width height and more bold
giving off a sense of worth.
Then without you realising,you will be at a stage
a width height and tower of strength
to weather many stronger storms of rage.
On an early spring day, washed brilliant with clover
In the land of the sun, and sweet cherry blossom
A tremble, a rumble, that rattled the earth
Cracking open the spring day, like the devil's own plaything
Plates of dispute, on the edge of destruction
Beneath the sea’s surface…anger's wrath lies in waiting…
It came with no warning, …a mighty surge of horror
A tower of strength, to this tiny island flower
The harsh call of nature, came boldly from the shore
Relentless, the shaking, battering to the core
And altered the earth with a shattering shrill
Spilling despair, in a pillage of flurry
Killing the helpless, yet… leaving the courage
O’ land, of gentle people, wearing dignity’s expression
Those from afar, watched on with compassion
We gasped, then we cried, yet are awed with impressions
How hands helping hands, and courage ensued
Kind hearts, claimed the bruised, and calmed the confused
You banded together…helping each another,
Balance of elders, will hold you forever..
Grace under fire…. with honor we brand you
You raise up the spirit with hands of the valiant
Respect you have earned and honor you wear
The sun keeps on rising…..and will shine ever more