She hath wings
Learning to soar above life's storms
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Category: Making Sense of the Journey
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You cared – really cared; You made me feel like a princess When everyone else passed me by. But you were not to be mine. I watched you from a distance Then hid myself away; I couldn’t bear it any longer. You had moved on, But I was still stuck in yesterday. You looked after…
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I wept for you throughout the night – Your breath is here no more; The prime of your life, no prize for you – You longed for heaven’s door. No joy, it seemed, in simple things – Your hopes strewn all over the place Despondent, slipping – you tried to overcome… Now I’m haunted by…
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Today was one of those days which define a crossroad and lead into the next chapter. I began the day feeling nervous and nauseous, wondering about the outcome of a meeting. Right up until the last moment I wasn’t sure whether I would be able to come to agreement on the main points but in…
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Many seem to wonder As Christmas comes around once more, Why they have waited in anticipation; What they have waited for. Perhaps they thought it was Santa Or maybe presents under the tree – The buzzing excitement in the shopping malls The children, blithe and free! Maybe it was the carols – The chance to…
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Out of the darkness, Came a new sound; A pillar of strength, Where hope was found. First came a forth a glimmer, Then creative torrents flowed – A heart gaping open, As in tears, I sowed. More and more, This new song came; New melody, new chords A new found flame. It mattered not Whether…
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Another Christmas Day is drawing to a close in Australia. What a challenging year with Covid-19 and other struggles and yet, many were able to defy its sting with some festive cheer. For some, it was an impressive display of lights on the house or in the front yard. For others, the gift-giving or the…
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When I was growing up, I knew from a very young age that I was super sensitive. Words hurt me or built me up with incredible ease on both accounts. I would mull over what was said, trying to squeeze every inch of meaning out of the words. I would analyse until I could go…
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From my heart came a cry, Which You helped me share in words; When I was weak and crushed, You helped me recognise the storm. Not from You, but for good- You allowed this storm to come; Though it damaged, You restored, As I came to rest in You. Many lessons to embrace- Some still…
She hath wings 