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Poem about surrendering love to a goddess...
This poem was original written in Spanish. I did my best to translate it without it loosing its sence, but lost the rimes.
Included the Spanish version for those who undestand it
Poetry | Updated Dec 13, 2009 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 7
This weekend bought this revelation to me, and sometimes the more things change the more they stay the same.
Poetry | Updated Nov 30, 2009 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Rachel Samaraweera
a surrendering, a trusting the unalterable into His hands where my heart and life is in the safest place.
Poetry | Updated Nov 18, 2009 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 4
Surrender and release is NOT about giving up - it is the pathway to JOY and our destinies.
Changes - opportunities through struggle for growth - as an diamond in the rough, is shaped and becomes a thing of beauty, so I am endeavouring to shine on........by calling upon spirit.
the shaman in me calls between worlds...........in vision quests
Written on 31st July '08, Thursday, 2something PM
Miscellaneous | Updated Jan 1, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
An introduction, of sorts, to those of us still alive inside Michelle's heart, mind, and soul.
Open to interpretation.
Our story about God's calling on our lives (so far)...
Dark Romance. In rare instances, a situation can form so clearly that one becomes helplessly convinced by the promises of hope. But upon closer a inspection, untrained eyes may find they looked upon everything exactly backwards, and the mind tangles deeply into the psychological web it had...
By Bitter Irony
The dead cannot bury the dead anymore than the living can sleep.
Need some help with this one... Not quite sure if its finished?????
Poetry | Updated Apr 15, 2007 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
An inspirational poem of Christian Faith.
The world has collapsed
and from waht I see
it has fallen all around me.
Like there's no way out
and no way in
nothing to prevent my giving in.
Is it only me
or do you feel the same ?
Are we mere puppets in an illusionists game ?
You must understand me
your heart and soul still function