Runaway Train
Loving is like a runaway train
It goes so fast you never know
What the end of the track will be
Emotions don’t have an on-and-off button
So it is hard to control the speed
At which you will go
Like a train, it is better to start slow
And gradually build up to the highest speed
Or plateau
If too fast, you could jump off the track or crash
A train ride, like a relationship
Can be a pleasant and smooth ride
Or
It can be frightening and an unpredictable experience
Things I Forgot
Regarding the task of living and the obstacles we face
I contemplate the little things I took pleasure in
But no longer do
Yes, the seemingly, unimportant, little things I do or see
That give me a great reward
And allow me to see how small my troubles really are
To forgive, when wrong was done to me
Allows my heart to be the vessel
Where only goodwill and love dwell
I miss those small tasks
I used to do lovingly for my mate
That fell away on the side of indifference
Laughter is no longer a part of my daily living
Reaching out to the people in need
Has no more importance
Selfishness has taken its place
I want to remember all the wonderful things
God has offered to me, freely and lovingly
That I have closed my eyes to
Oh, how beautiful the mountains are
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My Dear Friends,
We, so often wonder, “Is this it?”, instead of saying thanks for what we have at this moment. Then, maybe, for some God awful reason, we loose what we have. Then all of a sudden, we realize we had it All, from the start. Grasp each moment, embrace your loved ones and ,PLEASE, don’t hold on to anger. It wastes so much time. I love you all. Have an awesome day. Barb
Dreaming
It seems my days are of things
That only God can bring
Now blessed with the man of my dreams
Living the good life it seems
There is a longing for something more
A precious child for us to adore
All the little things, like saying prayers at night
A kiss and a hug make everything right
Watching them grow, stepping out on their own
Before you know it, they are grown
Praying for a guardian angel close by
To comfort them when they cry.
I know parents make many mistakes
Yet we try and do whatever it takes
O God! If it is your will
Allow our dreams to become real
We promise to teach them all about You
To help them, no matter what they do
A miracle is what I am asking for now
I know it can happen with…
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Magic Of The Touch
There is magic in the touch.
All of us need the magic of the touch, a hug, or a kiss.
Human beings thrive on affections of all kinds,
and do not do well without the magic of the touch.
A small infant knows the soothing and comfort of a simple touch
and falls asleep feeling safe.
With a child, a touch and hug can calm her from misbehavior.
An adult does better at work, in social settings,
and intimacy of friendship with the magic of a simple touch.
As I fill my days with meaningless tasks,
how I long for a simple touch of kindness.
How does mankind go through life with indifference
when they are truly linked to each other?
We are forever needing the magic of the touch.
As I lie in my bed, crying every night
I remember something Grandma said
as she held me close
snuggled against her breast.
With fear and sadness overwhelming me
I’d remember what she would say
“Go ahead and cry, little one, I am here.
Grandma loves you, just wait and see
each and every teardrop
has a blessing that’s just for you.”
Now as my life goes by
and all the heartaches begin
like losing my loved ones
and asking myself why
I’m feeling sadness within.
People say, “God says nothing is an accident.
Each person has a season.
Tears are like rains that wash away the pain
and people meet for a specific reason.”
So, my friend, lean on me
for my intentions are true.
Give your worries to the Lord
and don’t be so blue.
Even if you cry a thousand teardrops
each has a…
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Fallen Angel
I remember the most, all the little things From the moment I held him dear All these memories, love is what it brings Knowing in this time of loss, he is near
God watch over this fallen angel. Who is with you now? Lord knows, how much he will be missed But we’ll get through it somehow
Family comes to mourn from near and far Asking why Let him be that shining star High in the Heavens sky
God watch over this fallen
angel Who will always have a special place in my heart Give me strength to bear each day Remembering his smile, from me, will never part
Barbara C Rowe Author 