Wandering in the wilderness
Drifting far I roam
My heart cries out for Thee
My soul holds out for home
My Savior watches over me
My Savior, Lord of all
Reigning in His Kingdom
He hears my desperate call
With arm and love outstretched
The King extends His Hand
Rejoicing, I surrender
To His eternal land
I trusted in the Sun
In its promises of warmth and light and hope
I submitted to its charm
Trusting in it evil ways
Sun wrapped me up
In rays of love
Seducing me with its power
My flesh craved for more
For more of Sun’s kisses
Over me
But when it had left its mark
And done its deed
Sun bid farewell
With a love-bite
Etched across my skin
And scars for me to heal
Describe a time when you quickly switched from feeling at the top of the world to sinking all the way down (or vice versa). Did you learn anything about yourself in the process?
Thank you for suggesting this prompt, rollingblogger!
I went through an experience like this during the past week. Being pressured to reach a deadline, non-stop go, loving the work, just about to build something of substance, and then told to down tools (#politics). Excuse me? I’m busy. Running a test. It’s NB. I continued. Because passion. Until instructed, “Immediately, STOP”. I stopped.
Being super-busy one minute, nothing to do the next, and it does my head in. From being on a pressure-driven outcome-focused high, to then having it snatched away sends me on a free-fall to the lowest valley.
Yay for blogs and writing!
If you would allow me
I would be your leading lady
If you could love me
I would allow you to
If you would allow me
I would love you forever
If you could desire me
I’d never let you go
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Grid.”
Kookaburra, kookaburra
What do you say to me
In the morning, dark and cold
You cackle your song at me
Out of slumber, out of sleep
You raise your voice at me
Laughing, mocking while I wake
Wrenching me from my dreams
I heard this on the bus this morning, one of my all-time favorites.
“With you eternally mine,
in love there is no measure of time”.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “These Horns Were Made for Tooting.”
I have a sense of humor. It is not often on display, because I take myself and my world way too seriously most of the time. Like yesterday, I had an awful day. I mini-snapped. I just cut someone off and walked away. I totally lost my humor. I don’t snap often. But it happened. Yesterday. I took a few deep breaths, composed myself and went back to deal with it. But I do have a sense of humor. And some others are able to tap into it. I know they are tapping into it when I burst out laughing and can’t stop. Ha ha, that’s so funny! When I laugh, apparently it is infectious. According to my BFF. I dated a polish guy at university. He could really make me laugh. Like roll on the floor laughing. Especially when we watched Home Alone 2, there was a part that was really funny. The boy standing on top of the building pelting the two men on the ground with snowballs or something. My friend kept on replaying the scene, and the more he did, the funnier it seemed. Oh my word, I killed myself laughing.
🙂
Here’s some funny (South African humor) Can anyone translate what they are actually saying please?
I feel the feelings that make me feel
Alive and sad and aware and glad
I cry my tears and smile my smiles
Revel in the silence that makes me whole
For I live and breathe and think and am
And when I’m gone my words will stand
Temptations rage strong
Threatening to overcome
No! I will not
Leave me be
And one by one
With each No that is said
With each No that is meant
The strong gets stronger
The weak gets weaker
And I am rising
Rising where I want to be
Becoming who I am meant to be
I am standing
Standing in my integrity
Holding the power
The power of No
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “No Cliffhangers.”
Once upon a time a little boy turned five, and celebrated his birthday at a local park. The park was surrounded by bush, with a dam in the middle, and lots of different sections to walk to. It was a huge park. The little boy’s younger sister, being all of two and a bit, decided to wander off on her own. All the grownup people were focused on each other, and did not even realise the little child had embarked on her own adventure. Until it was time to sing happy birthday, and she was not there. She had seemingly vanished into thin air. Everyone searched high and low, here and there, trying desperately to find the little girl. When it became evident that the child was not close by, the mother started to reach a state of near shock and terror, “find my little girl” she wanted to scream out loud. To anyone who would hear. She felt tempted to throw herself on the ground and start wailing, but knew that this would not aid any search efforts. No, she had to remain calm.
Eventually, on the other side of the park, the little girl was discovered holding the hand of a helpful stranger. She was quickly reunited with her mother who was by this time beside herself.
Everyone sang happy birthday, big brother cut the cake of his rocket ship, and without prompting handed the first slice to his sister.
And all was well with the world.
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