~In him, I found a home for me. ~In him,i do believe. ~His Love offers me, the strength I need. ~With him, I believe in me. ~His Love,is the one that's guaranteed. ~My Lord, is the one that's guaranteed. ~My Lord ,his Love has set me free. ~I've given my heart,and soul to he. ~In him, I found a home for me. ~In him, In him I do believe. ~His Love,offers me the strength that I need. ~With the Love,of him I believe in me. ~Alezia
A silhoutte,a Masterpiece, the canvas on museum wall. In the day,they stand before thee....... A work of art , for all to see. They stand,and look on so inquisitively. Finally, the light's go dim. Not a living soul around. In the night after the crowds, leave~ My soul is then , set free, Thy dances through the museum halls. caressing each work of art, bringing it to life. We all play our part's, each soul is an instrument. Sounds of an Orchestra,fill the halls of the museum. Songs of heartache,and sarrow. With no beginning, and no end, the infinity of sadness. ~ Thy dances through the halls. In search of the love,of whom thy longs. Thee sounds thy name, in violin. It echos through thy heart,thy dances room to room. Thy sounds of a harp,sounds of soft weeping.Gently played strings. Restless to know,the calm in thy's arms. Thy desire lulls thee ,to tip toe down the hall. Enchanted to be,this endless search. Thy heart blisters with fire,thy soul rages,and storms. The cold marble floors, begin to get warm.... ~ The light of day,works it's way in,the orchestra begins to silent. Thy hears thy violin,thy sounds thy name with ache,and pain. No word could explian,our want..... The sunlight touches thy wings,singes them brown. Sends thee to flight,to take thy feet from the ground. Thy must go back,to canvas on the wall. Thy falls empty to know the calm,in thy arms. If thy could have gone further,perhaps thy would know. To whom thy was painted for. Still lost in this infinty,of want. The dawn dances, on the sun lit floor. Thy journey ends,again once more. Unsatisified destination,leaves thee in pain. The volin quietly stops calling thy name. Perhaps one day,thy will find thee,and thy soul will be set free. Yet the sunlight forbids thee..... ~ Back to canvas, on museum wall. A work of art, for all to see. Thy does wonder,as those that look on so inquisitively. Can they see the fraility of thy eyes,looking back on to thee, and, thy wonders in who's measure of time is thy infinity. Shall thy even find the love, to whom thy belongs.Shall Thy Love,ever finish thy song...Double Infinity ~ MotherskyDragonfly~aka~Alezia
LYDIA MEGANLydia is just over three weeks old,and still struggling....Her little heart,continues to fight....The phrase comes to mind= BLESS HER LITTLE HEART,we pray everyday for her strengh (Sunshine,aka Rachael is worn out) I'm so proud of her,if she is not nursing she is pumping....Beacause of that wonderful fact Lydia is much more advanced then the other babies in her unit.....Thanks be to God,Lydia middle name is Megan, they choose that name because it means Strength,and bravery,because she is a fighter.....In the cicle of life,I offer all the rest of my strengh to her,I say this out loud,and to God's ear.....I give to her the dim light I have left,Lord hear my prayer...... In being here for all these weeks with the children,and the year before when Travis was a Toddler,and recognising,I had a great hand in raising Hannah,and Emma= I am content,I have served my purpose....I raised 4 children, and now 4 granchildren, I am Grateful LORD,have this being spoken out loud,I find surrendar in my soul [PEACE]........I use to think I needed to do something great, to be wealthy,to perhaps paint a painting for a gallery....Or write a book,and have all royalties go to my family,so they would be taken care of..... In smalls way I have,as limited as Mother can,with children under feet... Bumpy the frog is out there,I need a publisher to put it in circulation, and others books have been drafted..... I have paintings in churchs,privite murals, people always ask why don't I have a portfolio= well then, it would be private,and would personal,and one of a kind................ As these day's pass,I reconginie= perhap's I have served,my purpose.Thank You Lord for all of my Gift's,Like sun flower follows the sun LORD,I will follow YOU....Love Mother,aka MeMom X[]x Thank You For my Village M[]THER NEED's TO PUBLIH THIS B[][]k= BUMPY the FR[]G.....[need to pay the rent,and keep the light's on...hehe]
Just came back from my Doctor's,"oh yes those echoing word's permanent damage"......Usally the insurance company provides trasportation, by the Grace of God, my daughter Sunshine/aka Rachael took me today......Beacause I stay with the children,while she run's back,and forth to nurse our Lydia......I am Grateful,Lydia is making progress...Fear set's in I'm losing the use of my arm's,I'm just sad= Because back when I was staying with Moonshine/aka Angelina,I dropped baby Travi,after the accident....So you can imagine,I can't wait to soon see Lydia,but I am afraid to hold her....My heart feels brken,my body feels broken....When then run down the lit of permant injuries, my mind goes blank.....I am grateful to be here,I'm just frightened,they scheduled a procedure for May 6th....My heart aches,and I just wanted to tell somebody,and I'm so glad sunshine was there today,because I can never remember what their saying=C4-5 C5-6 C6-7 1T 1L/ I only hear losing the use of my arms,and word permanent=THIS WILL MAKE ME STRONGER,for TODAY "I feel fragile" X[]x
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