"Mary"
my name came from the lips,
parted in peace
with a smile.
Intense was the love
in warm eyes,
for none other
but the one who lies
in sorrow glorified.
You used my name.
Mercy, you penetrate.
Grace, you recreate.
Resurrected promise;
you saved.
How could I not have known you,
because of my fear?
My heart overcome.
One word so simple
proves my love.
"Teacher," I answer.
Lord you are here.
On the banquet table’s cloth of white sits a great wine basin seventy spans across and wide carved with scenes of heaven’s splendor ringed by countless silver goblets each engraved with a true name polished and shining in His light waiting for the day when we dip our goblets and raise the toast, the cup of reunion
at the bridal supper of the Lamb
We're nearing the end - only four more chapters!
Every day brings struggles
Moments our souls must decide
To rise above or drop below
Moments to stand or hide.
To love or hate, to do or not do
to be me or just pretend,
I pray that I may have the strength
to not falter in the end.
I have been gone long
And all those who've been waiting
My deepest apologies
You see, with the school year
Finishing as a sophomore
Chemistry algebra etc.
That and rewriting a story
While trying to not be distracted
And homemaker training
My life's been rather busy
It will be so for a while
So just to let you know
I hope to be back soon
Keep up hope and wait
I hope to be back soon!
**These are two pieces of writing, each based on two different dreams I've had recently, and alas, can remember only hazily. Most of what is written was what I can remember, but I added some (mostly necessary) details and of course tried tying it together so it made some sense. The first one I think I'll just leave it as it is; but the second one...I don't know, do you think it could lead to a story?**
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I dream of horses
Maybe I'll shop
At Sally Ann all the time
Maybe I'll have
More dollars than dimes
Or maybe I won't get to eat out
All the time
But if I can have
Just one plate o'dreams per day
I'd give all the riches in the world
Away
Maybe I'll have to
Work three jobs to pay the bills
Maybe I'll have more sweat and tears
Than flowers and frills
Or maybe my cooking
Won't consist of three-course meals
But if I can have
Just one plate o'dreams per day
A dull decript desperation
A lack of every inspiration
That it's energies would lend
To my languid wandering pen
That some wonders yet untold
Would upon this page unfold
To hearten those without a prayer
Alas! Tis me that's standing there-
In this tepid inconsistancy
That ever bores and frustrates me.
Dedicated to all on Apricot Pie. Unfortunatly I'm no longer going to be writing for Apricot Pie...but I wish you all the best.
Tori
***I Am, I Am***