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Rivers of regret
Merged with awareness
Which embeds in our soul
Dry your eyes
What can't be
Let it go
Let the healing of
Copyright © 2012 Barbara MacDonald
I have often shed tears of joy. They spring to my eyes unbidden and without warning.When a person cries because of the way they’re feeling, it’s known as emotional tears. Nobody knows exactly why we have emotional tears but one reason might be that they help us release our deepest, feelings, feelings that are often subconscious. Tears are a non-verbal way to release emotions that are non-verbal as well. These emotions are in the ground of our being and connect us to the rest of humanity and God.
When I experience a suddenly, an encounter with the Spirit, tears spring to my eyes. Sometimes... (more)
Many times mine eyes have cried
Rivers of tears unending
Sad tears, happy tears, grateful tears
Salty tears which could fill the ocean...
The tears which flow from the heart
Being so much more than salty water
The emanation of the breath of life
The substance dreams are built upon...
Today while walking in this new snow
I lift myself to envision
A diamond placed meaningfully
Demanding my attention...
Bright and sparkling
Beautiful abundant strength
Assistance bestowed... (more)
Time slips away
I know I can not rewind this gift
I cry out to this senseless universe
Longing to hold in my hands
One last moment when life
Was as I knew it
You were here with me...
We never know what time
Will steal from us
We must treasure every second
Speak all the unspoken emotions
Left behind unsaid
Unlittered by this cancerous evil...
If I had known
I'd drench us in joy
Hold every second in
The palm of my hand
Played in all the colors
Drowning us in joy... (more)
Tears fall, sliding down the cheek like small torrents of rain. Sadness, deep and wrenching...taking hold of the soul and holding it captive.Loneliness, profound and all encompassing...surrounding the life force in totality.Fear, looming behind the insecurity and pain...it haunts me.(more)
...lead to chaos? Why is she was able to assimilate her tranquil emotions with so much ease?
She spoke. He listened. He looks at her and finds her. He traces her with his eyes and heart and explores her thoughts. He he mesmerized by her soul. She is a gift of life. An honest soul. he tears trickles down from his eyes. She is quite. She is crying too.
With moistened eyes they look at each other wondering why they are crying. He gets up, wipes his tears. He is composed. His eyes remain on her. He is spell bound. In the silence he understands the presence of sacred... (more)
... me away. Finally I came to the end of my chasing. Self destruction, that calling accepted me, pulled me close, and loved me with the hate I was accustomed to. That is where I find myself, scraping back the detritus of conformity, aborted dreams, and superficial survival, playing in the puddle of tears, long ago cried, never again to grace my face with those salty trails. Forcing my mind to comprehend dreams, so difficult a process, full of discouragement, with disappointment a commonplace drama, I breathe. Pushing forward, whatever direction that may be, going backwards seems comforting at... (more)
You see beauty everywhere, your supposed to be happy. Your not.
You see people laughing, your supposed to be a part. Your not.
You see tears falling, your supposed to feel. Your not.
You see prayers offered, your suppose to do that. Your not.
You see life passing, your supposed to do something. Your not.
And worst of all, you just don't care. I mean you really, really, don't care. About anything.
Its a death you feel in every little crack of your soul.
Like dust collecting, its death in the small areas of your life.
But wait you walking... (more)
I will never be without them, they follow me everywhere, when I feel they have finally gone, with vengeance they find me again. Forcing themselves on me, insisting I acknowledge them. I can scarce resist their efforts, so enduring and persistent they have become. I give them place, being preeminent in my existence, being associated always with me, my companions, never to leave. I entertain them now, with some resistance. I allow them to have their way with me, to work me into submission. As I give way to them, I stand back, in my mind wondering, perhaps this the way I must go, to walk with... (more)
Driving her to the club once again, so tired from working all day and watching her all night. We parted with our usual exchange of kisses and hugs. I drove away, looking back at my Angel, her innocent looks were slowly changing, leaving a traces of fear and emptiness. My Angel, I want to take you away from all this. Gathering myself, like I always did when I had to leave her, I drove away slowly. The day I drove away faster than I came to her would be the end. Halfway home, my phone is ringing...its Angel, “Baby, don't come back, I’m staying here.” “What!” I screamed into the phone,... (more)
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