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My Life With The Dog-Persons
I am an animal lover; of dogs in particular. At this writing, I have three very spoiled dog-persons living or I sh
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Could you tell me one more time
before you go, that this love is real,
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You carry me O' Lord
over seas of rough waters;
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There is no rest for a wearied heart,
One that wades life's demands but never departs,
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All that glitters is not gold
Sometimes it's brass like the monkeys of old
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I know there has to be a time and season
For all the losses in my life taking place,
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There is an old tree, gnarled and worn,
it's bark carries the scars of a life well lived,
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Sometimes the glass is broken
crystallized as it shatters
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In the midst of winter
I found there is within me
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Philly was hot and my bare feet,
on the sidewalk burned,
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A tiny rosebud held
in the palm of a hand,
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Philly was hot and my bare feet,
on the sidewalk burned,
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In just a second, life can change
a single word or action can alter,
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She bounced from one place to another,
traveled the globe, painted it with words
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I am carrying sunshine You placed in my soul,
It surrounds me, fills me with Your Spirit,
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Who will tend the garden that God left us,
Past Eden and Geseminie,
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I do not need a reason
for what happens in God's world,
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I've learned that patience is a virtue,
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We all peer out from shallow graves,
hollowed out by our own hands,
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I'm feeding the fish
swimming about without a care,
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Just a moment I beg
to wait in the silence
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In a second you said,
in a minute, the seconds were none,
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On my way,
standing in line,
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My mother uses her bread machine,
But as a child, I watched her knead the dough,
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Mirrored Stones..
I watch my reflection in a shattered mirror,
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I can still see you
sitting at the kitchen table
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The water is crystal clear in my glass, yet clouded with cubes full of air;
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The stars keep falling
from the sky
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Complete, absolute abandonment of the love she once knew,
caught in the colors her palette creates,
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Whispers of the mad
floated like prayers
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It's just a stained glass window.
Nothing more or less but,
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Winds come and go
flowers seed and grow
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Her head was bent in prayer,
she remembered the stone was rolled away,
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Underneath her facade of serenity,
was a woman who's face hid her secret,
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