All these words have already been used –
I can only hope not used up
Looking back on all this time
And all these mine-times
Is like looking painfully and unaware
At someone else’s life
That’s not so bad, I guess;
A long aching road’s
Being replaced by snatches of sunlight
That stretch and change
And quietly brighten all these inner rooms
Simple unexpected joys burn away
(What I thought were) too many shadows
The light dances
In all these unexpected ways
(But always yearned after)
And the dark can’t hold
Praise His Name
The dark won’t hold
Hi again .Your poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason..
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What a lovely and gracious comment! God indeed transcends all our tiny musings, doesn’t He? Oh, how I love Him for His love extended: that it’s bigger and wider and greater than all else.
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Amy ,you have said it so well , for so many of us . Thank u ! Your creativity revives me everytime I go through your writings . God’s unearthly grace and immeasurable love for us is the heart-beat of this whole record. True words . Thanks again
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Love’d all your poems !!
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