December 29, 2009 at 4:20 am · Filed under Observations and tagged: abandonment, alcoholism, beggar, beginnings, belief system, Beliefs, Believe, change, company, drinking, drunk, enemys, faith, friends, homeless, Love, lush, new, New Year, relationships
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- Woman Hanging Laundry by Cammile Pissaro, 1887
From Lush to Love
In the very back of the garden, behind the evergreen bush
resides a homeless gent who years ago was labeled a lush
life had dealt him a bad hand; he’d reached the end of his rope
so he drowned his misery and pain and gave up all hope
and as life would have it, with a bottle of wine at his table
the poor gent became just what his peers had labeled
In the middle of the garden under the bright sunshine
stood a single mother hanging cloths on the line
She knew the pain of being judged and ostracized
Yet with the faith of her being, above all obstacles she’d rised
she found a loving connection with the man at her garden’s inn
so she made it a point that he’d have at least one friend
so each day after retrieving her cloths off the line
she’d invite him into her home for a hot meal and wine
he’d tell her the stories that lead to his fall from grace
to each sad story she’d give a positive spin in its place
she reminded him he had a beautiful soul and loving heart
as time moved on he embraced each day with a fresh new start
he developed a positive out look on life and love
Discovering his true self, he became aligned thereof
and as life would have it, with a bottle of wine at the table…
the peaceful gent became just what the kind mother had labeled
~CordieB.
Another Quote for the Day: Don’t let ‘em steal your joy ~Sinbad
Quote for the Day: We are what we believe we are. ~CordieB.
Peace, Light and Love. . . .
September 10, 2008 at 1:14 pm · Filed under Observations and tagged: abandonment, Christ, coldhearted, coldness, Depression, disillusioned, dispair, god, Grace, Humility, Love, walls
I’ve had many houses; but lost my home;
Like a drifter; I feel displaced; thus I roam
in the mind of the abyss; I lay my head…
fitting in no where; constantly afraid
of the anger that lies just on the surface…
unknowing of when it might unsurface;
I’ve been a haven for many weary souls
wandering in the nights of bitter cold…
strangers; often kinder than family,
or could it simply be they needed me…
when I could provide warmth and rest–
flying lessons for birds dropped from the nest.
Where are those birds; where have they flown?
In dreams I envision they’ve sustained their own.
I know they flew with love supreme…
like mirrored lights reflected, untamed; unseen
I feel i’m building up a wall of distance, strong!
In my times of need; where have they gone?
Perhaps they’ve barely strength to hold their own?
Resentment builds; yet dissipates…
twas not their plan; simply my fate…
I strain to love; yet can not hate.
I look within for the lesson; What can it be?
Why has good fortune abandoned me?
Whilst satan raises his ugly face
I pray to retain faith, love and grace…
Is this a test of will divine?
I search to God; send me a sign!
Allow not my heart to turn to stone…
from hurts that ache down to the bone.
My light is dimming; draining love thereof…
I never understood a heart that could not love.
Seems a long ago prayer for humility
alas is answered to reveal the cold heart’s reality;
step into the cold shoe; comprehend the rashion
of the souls who lost ability for compassion.
Enough! enough! . . . I must end this madness!
that’s quickly overshadowing joy by darkened sadness
I grasp a candle of hope; I whisper a prayer…
that by grace I pass the lesson of dispair
~By CordieB
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~Pride first, then the crash, but humility is precursor to honor. Proverbs 18:12 (The Message)
