There comes a time when we have to stop
Time when the pressure gets heavier
than our shoulders can carry
This is my time...
Just for a moment though...
and then I shall barrel forward once more
We cannot bare another's cross
for we have our own already
Forgiveness and humility should be our very essence
Pouring out a light and yet breathing the intoxicating
aroma of friendship to all...
We are not infallible
Standing strong against the ego of others
never flinching at their conceit
God tests us yet again for he knows our value
We are his pawns played with crescendos and vibrato
Echo's from the Heavens where the games are played
I thank him for my part in his scheme
I feel stronger each time I achieve the calm
That special calm that comes over me as others attack
Let them yell on the highest mountain
Let them scream to a thousand weeping willows
I will not flinch nor show my inner pain
That is not how I will find the light in my life
So today like any other day I tread with care
keeping my spirit tamed and in tune
with the Orchestration of his Majesty
Melodies form a flowing picture
and play for only me to hear
For to know that I can rise again
is music to my ears
Please tell me what you think
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This poem caught my eye and reminded me of how I was thinking this morning. How can I cut back on various tasks I have set for myself, pretty well all self imposed, i might add.
Thank you for a helpful write.
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Hi, this was really touching and beautiful.
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Beautifully penned sweet soul, you fill this with truth and beauty.It carries a wonderful message of strength and hope, splendidly spiritual.
Thanks for sharing you heart and spirit.
Tony
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WOw I thought I would thank you first for talking the time out to read my poetry but wow I have got to say you are an extremely talented person this is unlike anything I have read simply beautiful I loved this poem!!
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Wow This is really nice I like the part "God tests us yet again for he knows our value"
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If only everyone on this universe thought like you, that read this poem and realized that we should all think this way, we would be the perfect world, the perfect people but unfortunately it never works that way. Beautiful, BEAUTIFUL poem, I absolutely felt honored in reading it.
"We cannot bare another's cross
for we have our own already"
That is PERFECTION is every sense of the word
Sara Dawn
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SO BEAUTIFUL!!!
Each of us often do get down and sad, but just as the very bottom come up to us we find somewhere that spirit of faith and hope that lifts us up and away from all sadness and sorrow. Each finds this in their own way but there is a common denominator, and that is we all stop and look up to find our answers.
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This is such an uplifting write which I so needed to hear. I pray God lifts you up and hugs you tight. Shancy.
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Sorry I forgot to click on the applause, so here it is.
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Excellently written piece!
Janice, this is truly an excellent piece. I love every word of it and think that you put them together perfectly.
Great work--I knew that you were good, and this one proves it.
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I love the encouragement and metaphors that dance across this page. One can never have too much encouragement. Your poem flows nicely. I really enjoyed reading it. Shancy.
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Inspiring
Such a testament of human strength and perseverance. I love this and feel so inspired!
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This is tremendous I come here expecting a humorous whtty poem and I read this wonderful art that you have crooned. This came from within you You are no doubt a wise and beautiful person and a hell of a poet!
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Very powerfull
Gives me time to pause & think...& I think you are a very sharpe lady... Thanks for the awakening
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There are times in life
When burdens weigh heavy
And each step becomes a trial
It is times like this
We pray to God to help us
make it through each day.
Then as we look upon the clouds
as they drift across the sky
We remember how it was
that another one had died
Suddenly our burden is lighter
and our trials, just a test.
As we smile up to heaven
for that friend we'll always trust.
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Dear Janice,
Our God helps those who help themselves; he wants us to be strong.
He guides our way along Life’s rocky road
and, when we feel the way’s too rough, the path too steep or long,
if we have Faith, He’ll lighten up our load.
For God so loved the world He gave His Own Begotten Son
that, all our sins and weaknesses forgiven,
we should, thus cleansed of Life’s great burdens, rise and carry on
through Faith and Prayer of human failings shriven.
And yet, at times, confronted by hostility and hate,
we feel that stress which drives us to despair;
the lack of recognition or encouragement such weight
that, by our self, it seems we cannot bear.
If we can fill our hearts with love and lift them up to God
in prayer, we’ll surely feel His Hand reach down and raise our load.
I know that you have recently undergone considerable pressures from
certain individuals on this site and this is indicated in your poem as is your
fortitude in facing them. You know that you have my full support and I repeat my offer to help in any way I can. You need only ask.
Meantime, I am overjoyed to see you writing again (non-contest) and I applaud with vigour, love and hugs, XXX Hugh.
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Dear Jan, We both know how taxing it can be when you seem to be hitting your head up against a brick wall.
But you my dear Sister will overcome any obstacle that's put in front of you to test you, HE know's you can do it and rise above any attacks on you.
So, take a deep breath and relax and rest your knee as much as possible. You have many friends here on AP who are with you.
Love you dear Sis.
Joan
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You know me better than most
I am so glad you read this as your valued opinion hold so mcu value. Thanks Big Sis
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Oh, Janice-this has such a powerful message. I can so relate to this right now and your are right-we can control our spirit and refuse to get all riled up over things we really can't change no matter how unfair they seem. When I feel wrongly accused, I have to remind me of what the Lord showed me once not too long ago-that He was also wrongly accused and He was far more innocent than me. If He can withstand that type of abuse-then surely we can manage to get through our mole hills.
I absolutely loved the way you worded "with the Orchestration of his Majesty"-that just makes everything better, you know?
And of course-a perfect ending-one that declares victory without blowing a trumpet, but allowing the music to sing it's own song.
Ya done good my friend.
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How well you understand
We know don't we Vickie? Thanks for reading and understanding. I know Jan will get through it no matter what.
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Thanks dear friends. I am so glad you read this.
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