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Still Broken

My story is growing old,

my story has been told;

I am tired. I am worn,

my soul's bruised and it is torn

I am weary.

I look to the sun most every day

searching for courage to find my way

not just making or existing

but happy too.

longing for sun  and to go elsewhere,

make me strong, please  hide my fear

I am so weary.

One of these days I'll say good bye,

maybe I'll hope, perhaps I'll cry;

but I will know deep in my heart'

there's a better end;

than I had a start.

I'm always hoping for some more,

The truth is found so far from shore.

I keep seeking,

look some more...still it's not there.

I'm always hoping.

I've been broken to the core.

loving you much,

wanting so much more.

knowing you can't love me back,

even if you wanted....

fixing your soul is my desire,

healing your heart,

       fixing your  mind,

             erasing your pain.

fixing you, would fix me too.

my path always leads me back  to you.

when you are finished,  I'll be through

my whole life,

I've always loved you.

So please take care of you my dear,

I so dearly wish you were near,

you can comfort all my fear.

but still you're broken.

and I,

i am

broken

too.

daisy girl 77 rzm

(date written....unsure)

My Thoughts on Politics and Christianity 2016 Election

Well here is my one and only political comment which I will give prior to the debate tonight.

At church this Sunday, I had the privilege of being reminded that there are people on both sides of our political system that believe in God, claim to be Christians and think that their viewpoints accurately reflect their belief and faith.

Here within lies our biggest challenge as citizens of this great country, that is as imperfect as we are; but also as strong and diverse and unites in any tragedy; much like a family joins together, September 11 showed that all too well. We were truly united in those weeks following September 11.

There was a point in history where Caesar was demanding more taxes and the Jewish people came to Jesus, who had already cleared the temple of all of the people who didn't belong there. They asked him what they should do? Pay the taxes or revolt? His answer was perfect. Whose name is on the money? It was Caesar's. He said, "Give back to Caesar what is his." The bottom line was that they could not and would not lose anything more because they belonged to God.

Jesus chose not to have a revolt. His example is one many 'Christians' certainly need reminded of.

To me, this is the big picture; if you are arguing from the Bible you stand on...

People in this country on opposing sides are being hateful, intolerant, ridiculing, threatening and acting like the other party will surely destroy our nation. In my way of thinking, that gives very little respect for how we were taught to 1.) let the light of love and forgiveness and compassion be burning so bright that another person will know we are Christians by our love and the light that shines from within. 2.) Be not a follower or a lover of money but to see the beauty of the Earth and all that God created. 3.)Gives a presidential nominee more power than the " Almighty God" who I am pleased to remind you is the God of many religions, many political parties and opinions and a God who has been gracious in forgiveness and clearly told us not 'to judge one another, lest we be judged."

Our country isn't weakened by candidates that win. It is weakened by people fighting with each other over who is right. Judging each other like one is a Christian and the other isn't. Cleaning up our own backyards before we condemn others, getting to let people and lives that are different from our to get close enough to impact our life experience.

I am probably a liberal Democratic Republican. LOL I have been shaped by life, the people and circumstances that have allowed me to realize that a lot of propaganda is bullshit.

So, if you are claiming to be a Christian and fighting with your neighbors, not speaking to family members about how you may vote, then I challenge you to reexamine your faith and to also look at what you condemn. Many people and their plights may never touch you in this life, but they do touch God, if he is all knowing, all feeling, and forgiving. If you believe in Jesus, he hung out with everyone. He showed grace and love and compassion and forgiveness.

I am most certain that the hatred and innuendos and accusations that are taking place give a more accurate picture of how weak we are as Christians and how far removed and out of touch we have become from what was taught. I am talking to every party.

Have faith. Vote like you feel compelled to do. Be kind and tolerant and loving.

The way "Christians" act is the reason I will not stand under the broad umbrella that no longer represents how I believe or how I believe I should be living my life. I am too tolerant, too forgiving, too loving, too accepting, too non judgmental to be a Christian by today's standards. Yet, I do believe.

Angel Man

                          Angel Man

 Like the comforting whisper of the wind, you subtly blew into my life,

 kind words and gentle touch erasing; scars created from years of strife.

The hope and promise that you brought, filled my heart with song. 

My soul had been waiting for you, for so very long.


Without knowing or expecting much, we seemed to connect;

minutes turned to hours, and time went by too quick.

You took my hand and gently, with kindness, care and grace,

kissed me, held me, desired me, passion evident in your face.


Memories of places my soul yearned for, reawakened with your touch.

my woman's soul was needy, responding to your man's lust, oh so greedy.

Giving, getting, wanting more; both of us so spent.

I have no doubt my time with you, had to be heaven sent.


This small town girl will never regret, 

the passion that we shared;

for your gentle touch healed me,

and your light made me quickly forget.


To be so close and vulnerable, 

in this brazen brand new light;

you were so different  from all I'd known,

yet you felt so very right.


So much more loving, than anything I'd known...

the gentle rain playing a song of our own.

Lulled into a peaceful slumber, comforted by your snore.

Every time I think of  you, all I want is more.


To awaken to your passion and touch again,

the desire I feel for you cannot be a sin.

My lips instinctively seek your kiss each time,

my body craves your touch. I want you to be mine,


I will try to do it right and learn from my mistakes,

not to give my heart away; but let love define it's shape.

So, in spite of the fact that I could love you madly,

in spite of desire and wanting you badly,


I'll hope and I'll pray that this time I'm right

and the connection we shared will one day shine bright.

In giving you back the time that you need,

I'm paving a path with good loving seed.



May your eyes and heart stay open,

your memory of me burn bright.

A heart up in the heavens, 

lets me know, meeting you was right.


If its not you, then I can only plead,

that someone with your magic 

will come and claim my soul,

proof of love from up above, that is all I need. 

You secured my insecurity, with your gentle soul.

You spoke words my heart so needed and

I'd forgotten how to feel.

Your kindness was a love note, that truly helped me heal.


My words to you were honest, as your kiss upon my lips.

My truly unforgettable, forever angel man....

You cradled me to strong again, 

your passion helped me stand. 

                                                   

daisygirl77                                                   
2016

Broken Songbird

Locked inside this home,
filled with mold and lack of care
my lungs are my wings;
and my wings they have no air.

I grasp onto a thread of hope
I've managed to restore,
but in my restless sleep
my hope has slipped away once more.

I am a bird, trapped in a cage.
I've fallen to the floor.
Drowning in the river of my tears,
my wings can fly no more.

Hearing the last small sound emitted,
from my tattered broken core,
my angels send a gentle hand,
to lift me up and help me stand.

How did she know I was broken,
lying hopeless on the floor.
How did she know I had lost my will
and I could no longer soar?

With the insight of a God I can't reach,
she has the wind I need,
and on the wings of laughter and friendship,
I begin to breath.

The nighttime pillow of despair,
waits for me to sleep,
and smothers me with its familiar scent ,
slowly crushing out my air.

Awakened again, I lay motionless,
on the floor of this cage I have known,
the cage of depression, of sorrow,
my familiar home.

I am but a songbird, and the air of music I need
music gently heals my soul
without the song I'm singing,
I'll simply cease to breath.

This cage will not contain me,
I've found my strength once more.
slowly I am climbing out,
to find space where my soul can soar.

I was a broken songbird,
and thought I would sing no more.
my guardian angels rescued me
and helped me fly once more.

Red Flag Warning

RED FLAG WARNING


Loving you,                                          
is like swimming,

with a red flag warning.


knowing all the risks, 

warnings all about.

Still, I walk in on my own,

feeling fear that's never shown.


Wanting for my love to calm your storm,

my peace to soothe your rage, 

and bring us safely back to shore.


rage buried deep within the waves.

hidden to everyone, but me.

no one understands why there's a red flag warning.


Your outer calm erases my doubt,

I've walked too far in; now I can't get out,

I see your red flag rage as I go under.


I am drowning in the sea,

of your tumultuous love for me.

No one safe at shore, can see me sinking. 


No one safe at shore, is even thinking

there's a red flag warning.


I am sinking,

I am drowning in the sea

of your tumultuous love for me.


no one safe at shore can hear me shout,

no one safe at shore can pull me out.

your undertow of rage has pulled me under.

No one safe at shore can see me sinking,

No one safe at shore is even thinking,

there's a red flag warning. 


daisygirl77

My Daddy

My Daddy

My daddy left when I was four;
tears wet his cheeks as he shut the door.
He drove for miles , nowhere to go,
miles of cold and dirty snow.

Daddy wanted to see us grow;
yet empty years passed with nothing to show,
for the children they'd conceived.
Empty years, lonely nights; one big broken dream.

I grew up without knowing my dad;
never realizing the depth of love he had.
Seldom worrying about him, my life was my own;
much love and affection to my mama was shown.

High school has come and gone
those days have passed me by.
In our lives, he couldn't share;
I was taught to believe he didn't care.

Now grown up and on my own,
I finally know my dad.
He knows my fears, he soothes my pain,
he shares in joys I have.

Daddy loved us children so;
but, still he had to go,
his punishment was to lose us too,
the pain of loss is all he knew.

All the things that I have missed,tear me apart inside.
I wanted a family, oh so bad.
One set of parents, a happy home;
this I never had.


daisygirl77 reflections-rzm
(written in 1979 for my Daddy/
revised in 2016)