grief
it is the dream
but never to awake
caught within the wake
of hope just out of touch
it is the strangled cry of should and ought
the not
the naught
a breath begun
but air to breathe denied
"I know, I know .... it will be alright
(wrapped in ) Aren't you really making too much of this?"
the breath that pushed your words out ... the breath stripped of an O
It is a poison then ~
a deadly mimicry
comfort like a slap
but never to awake
caught within the wake
of hope just out of touch
it is the strangled cry of should and ought
the not
the naught
a sob
"to weep with convulsive catching of the breath"
a breath begun
but air to breathe denied
"I know, I know .... it will be alright
(wrapped in ) Aren't you really making too much of this?"
the breath that pushed your words out ... the breath stripped of an O
It is a poison then ~
a deadly mimicry
comfort like a slap
I don't think I have ever felt that kind of grief before. However, I have felt the in-explainable joy that took my breath away. When I watched the children perform in a ballet, I cried, unable to breath. When seeing them on their first bible quiz answering questions because they hid His Word in their hearts . . . no breath, and years ago when I realized my sin was forgivin . . . not a breath. Hopefully God will spare me the grief breath you talk about. :)
ReplyDeleteI met the Amish years ago when I was a child. My parents knew a few of them and we purchased goods from them ocassionally. Two to three years ago I became friends with a family that I purchase bulk items from. Things like wheat, flour, rice and the sort. From then, we have built an interesting friendship. They are extremely neat people who are caught in a time period. (which I like) They are also caught in their sin as well and need the Gospel preached to them! They have a form of Godliness, but really follow a WHOLE BUNCH of rules. Not quite as bad as the non-verbal rules of the Southlands days though. :) Theirs are open and expected.
Book huh? I have often thought of that and realized that a blog would suffice. People could stop by and get some infomation if they wish, and the children would have a journal/diary of sorts to look back at. The nice thing about the blog is that I could cut and paste it if I needed.
The apprenticeship program is a big deal to me. It is traning at its finest. I do you watch, I do you help, you do I help, and then you do I watch. Two years and I think they should get it. It will certainly spare them the mess I got in by being ill-disciplined with my finances.
Are you two attending church anywhere?