Snow Covered Church

Snow Covered Church
"Did Hell Freeze Over?"

Thursday, May 3, 2012

The Broken Pieces of My Heart

My heart is broken like glass shattered and falling to the floor.
I hear them crack and burst as you step across them as if they weren't there.
My empty shell crumpling without my joy, hope..., and happiness.
My insides twist and burn from it's loss... the loss of you... the loss of trust.
My anger is bitter and painful.
My tears a torrent flood.
You look past it as if it's not there.
It happened. And it matters.
It's ingrained in my memories as if burned by a hot iron.
Bringing flames to my emotions...
Hatred and thoughts of banishment towards you.
Hatred for myself for still loving you...
Love for the the one thing I have of yours
The best part of you... Our Boy....




~Winter Why's~

The Broken Pieces of My Heart..

You can't help but doubt that they are with you for you if you got pregnant. There's always been a piece of me that believes if I hadn't gotten pregnant that we wouldn't be together.

And maybe that's true. I can't believe that I love him so much. How can you fall so hard and so fast?  I knew before we dated I was gone. Even his kisses tasted good. How is that so?

Now I hate him and still Love him.

It seems drinking is more important than me and his own son. Anything for the drink and nothing left for us.

He just told me to take my truck and go.

As much as I just wanted to tell him he's was out of my life I couldn't, but he could say it to me me. How can I believe that he loves me?

Now he's acting like that night never happened, but it did.

If we break up, my son goes with me. He's my son! Not a man who thinks drinkings more important than us.


Why can't things be good for a change? I don't deserve this. I helped so many people till I broke because no one was there for me.


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Sunday, April 22, 2012

The House

I remember when the house was so full, but seemed so empty....

Saturday, April 21, 2012

God's Garden

This is the face of cancer........ 
 

Teresa Sorensen

Born May 29, 1961 - Died April 19 2012
 


 
You always said that you intended to hold out long enough for your youngest to graduate and you did. You made it well over a year after that. Hearing you were going to die since your babies were young, that's quite a will you had. We were better for knowing you...
Our prayers & heart be with your family. 
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Were it not for other we would have been better friends than we were, but you will be missed just the same.... 
I'm glad in the end we both came to realize the games they seem to play. Quietly & unspoken we knew.
 
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God's Garden


God looked around His garden
And He found an empty place
He then looked down upon the earth
And saw your precious face

He put His arms around you
And lifted you to rest;
God' s Garden must be beautiful
He always takes the best.

He knew that you were suffering
He knew you were in pain
He knew you' d never ever
Get well on earth again.

So He closed your weary eyelids
And whispered " Peace be thine "
Then He took you up to Heaven
With Hands so gentle and kind.

It broke our hearts to lose you
But you did not go alone,
For part of us went with you
The day God welcomed you home.

Author Unknown

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

My Frail Old Angel..

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One night I had a dream

It left a tale to tell

I dreamed I saw an Angel

Poor thing, he wasn't well

His body was bruised and battered

His wings ripped and torn

I saw that he could barely walk

He looked so tired and worn

I walked right up and asked him

"How could this be?"

He turned and paused a bit

These words he spoke to me....



"I am your Gaurdian Angel

A great task as you can see

You've run amok all your life

Look what you've done to me

These bruises are from shielding you

In times of dire ill

The drugs you've used so dangerously

I've paid for you that bill

My wings you see are ripped and torn

A noble badge I bare

So many times they've flown for you

From evils un-aware

Each mark has it's own story

Of deadly wounds destroyed

You've made me wish more times than one

That I was un-employed

If only you could make it

Standing on your own

Please don't fret or worry

You are never left alone

I am here to watch over you

Until my powers fail

But always try to remember

I am getting old and frail"



I could barely believe what I've seen

Let alone how much he cared

I wept on his broad shoulders

And left him in dispair

When I looked in the mirror the next morning

I pondered "why shouldI try?"

Then distantly, I thought I heard

A frail old Angel cry

~Author Unknown~

Work Ethics and Politics...

You know what I love? When they tell you to do monthly report on an area so they can read it and know what's going on, then when you mention something in a meeting (they made you go to!) that was in this report, they say "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?" Like you weren't required to email the information to 8 people so they can personally see it. And you're only reply you dare say is it's in your GMP's. Not the real answer of when you go tell them personally that they tell you it's not their problem and don't care.!

Thursday, April 12, 2012

The Rain 4-12-2012



What Can I say? 'Weather In All It's Glory'!


This is the view of my backyard during the lightest portion of the storm... It was freaking Freezing!


"It's Raining... It's Pouring... The Old Man Is Snoring.."