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Suddenly I felt like my entire life was insignificant. I was standing near the edge of what, to me, appeared to be the end of the earth and the beginning of something else...could it be heaven?
I stood in awe, silent and reverent, humbled by the magnificence that surrounded me. I was so small. What purpose could I have on this big beautiful world? What significance were all those worries I had earlier today. So what if my mother lost her wedding ring yesterday. So what if my purse ripped today. So what if my wallet ran out of cash. I had the sudden urge to throw it all...everything...right over the edge. For what meaning did it have? Next to everything else, what was the point?
The wind picked up and lifted my hair from my shoulders, cooling my neck and brushing the heat from my forehead. I closed my eyes and breathed in the clean dusty scent wafting into my face and something within me began to glow. Tears sprang to my eyes before I could stop them and I didn't feel insignificant anymore.
Then I recalled the words my grandmother once told me when I was a little girl playing in her back yard. "Sweetheart, can you find the smallest pebble at your feet?" When I retrieved the speck in my palm, she looked at it with her big sparkling blue eyes ---her eyes always had so much more animation then expected from a withering old woman--- and she smiled. "This pebble is tiny. The world is so big. But would you believe that this very speck had the purpose of resting at your feet at this very moment for you to pick up and hold in your little hand? God is very aware of this little speck." Then, she took both my hands in hers and looked into my face in urgency. "You are His daughter. He loves you. You can do great things."
As her words were whispered in the wind at this moment while I stood at the edge of the earth looking out into the dusty beauty that seemed to go on for eternity, I felt its truthfulness inside me. Brushing the tears from my cheeks, I turned back with a last glance to the wind and whispered back, "Thank you, Grandma."
I stood in awe, silent and reverent, humbled by the magnificence that surrounded me. I was so small. What purpose could I have on this big beautiful world? What significance were all those worries I had earlier today. So what if my mother lost her wedding ring yesterday. So what if my purse ripped today. So what if my wallet ran out of cash. I had the sudden urge to throw it all...everything...right over the edge. For what meaning did it have? Next to everything else, what was the point?
The wind picked up and lifted my hair from my shoulders, cooling my neck and brushing the heat from my forehead. I closed my eyes and breathed in the clean dusty scent wafting into my face and something within me began to glow. Tears sprang to my eyes before I could stop them and I didn't feel insignificant anymore.
Then I recalled the words my grandmother once told me when I was a little girl playing in her back yard. "Sweetheart, can you find the smallest pebble at your feet?" When I retrieved the speck in my palm, she looked at it with her big sparkling blue eyes ---her eyes always had so much more animation then expected from a withering old woman--- and she smiled. "This pebble is tiny. The world is so big. But would you believe that this very speck had the purpose of resting at your feet at this very moment for you to pick up and hold in your little hand? God is very aware of this little speck." Then, she took both my hands in hers and looked into my face in urgency. "You are His daughter. He loves you. You can do great things."
As her words were whispered in the wind at this moment while I stood at the edge of the earth looking out into the dusty beauty that seemed to go on for eternity, I felt its truthfulness inside me. Brushing the tears from my cheeks, I turned back with a last glance to the wind and whispered back, "Thank you, Grandma."
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Bitter Sweet Silence
Bitter Sweet Silence
On this special day for Moms,
I have walked around in a fog,
No joy,
Nor sadness,
Just nothing
So much has happened,
These past few months,
A nightmare they have been,
Today though, I have shut down,
Closed down all within me.
It has become too much,
So my treat for myself today,
A Mothers Day gift I give myself,
Is to feel nothing...
To block everything and everyone out,
Solitude is all I want.
Just for one day,
Not to think on anything,
Not to feel,
To empty my mind,
Shut out the voices,
Lock down my emotions,
To just turn it all off!
Numbing silence will fill my day,
Yet I would have it
Literature
Tears..
Emotions are a complex thing,
both fear and joy to us they bring.
Guiding us to find our way,
In dark of night or light of day.
I often sit and wonder why,
and look for reasons why I cry.
and yet the tears will often fall,
no explanation there at all.
These messengers of feelings sent,
A product shown for why we vent,
through life and death and in-between,
These tears will show us where we've been.
In joy they come from happiness,
In death they give us hope.
In love they fill our hearts with peace,
and ways of which to cope.
I place them within my memories,
to open at a whim,
to remember what they mean to me,
and so they n
Literature
Void
[Instrumental Intro]
I don't wanna fall apart again
Tired of feeling this way
Gotta wonder why I try
When it always ends the same
Maybe I care too much
and yet it's never enough
Sick of losing out...
I don't wanna break down this time
I know I gotta move on with my life
Can't change the way things are
and I'm tired of this fight
I know I have no choice, gotta let go
Pray the darkness won't claim my soul
I surrender, I gotta fill this void within!
[Instrumental Transition]
A glass heart with a steel backbone
not made for battle
not afraid to stand for the cause
But oh! How I've grown weary of this game
Done with the lies
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