Tag: sorrow
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I Cannot do this
Part One – Mary speaks:- I cannot do this, I cannot be this. He is my baby. I feel as though a sword has pierced my soul. — I cling to Mary Magdalene as she clings to me. What sense is this? His work is not finished. What can he do when dead? — My…
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Grace in the Waiting
Dissolving margins take me deeper into the desolation of the soul, with each moment long, I find my life weariness increasing the hole in my thinking. ——– Tears thicken in my eyes where the sight is strained by searching, my heart is like a rock as if the spirit’s flown leaving me lurching on its…
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How will they know?
It was the glimpse of a frost iced field, where the lowly sheep were lazily crunching on crisp grass, that touched my heart and brought the memories of chapped cheeks and gloves with holes where the cold wind whistled and the promise of snow. ——– Snow that fell in lazy circles tasting of ice cream,…
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