Don't look at what might have been,
should have been,
or could have been!
Look at what is still to be!
There may be a situation in which someone comes to you to break off a relationship. Allow that break to occur. Don't keep hanging on. Don't keep trying to mend fences that are twelve-foot-high stone walls. Don't keep revisiting the relationship in your heart, looking for a way back in. Allow the break to happen.
And then, move forward.
Culled from "Simple suggestions for a sensational Life" by Paula White
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Saturday, November 04, 2006
scattered sand
i never thought i would grasp so tight,
yet watch as it trickled out
my hands white from clutching, couldn't make it stay longer
i watched as yet another bird, flew wild and forgotten
almost a ghost of my imaginations, yet surreal in my fascination
i watched as i chased a bitter dream
i screamed my war song and beat my chest
a hollow sound it made, a sound haunting me till this day
i danced around in circles, my feet scattering the white sand
drawing a scattered tale, tangling my built castle
yet, i danced on, into the night till the very next day
i danced and danced
the scattered sands still mock me, as i start another journey
my feet, raw and callused from the marks as i danced
almost too hard to forget
my angst at yet another scattered dream
my remorse at the scattered sand ...
yet watch as it trickled out
my hands white from clutching, couldn't make it stay longer
i watched as yet another bird, flew wild and forgotten
almost a ghost of my imaginations, yet surreal in my fascination
i watched as i chased a bitter dream
i screamed my war song and beat my chest
a hollow sound it made, a sound haunting me till this day
i danced around in circles, my feet scattering the white sand
drawing a scattered tale, tangling my built castle
yet, i danced on, into the night till the very next day
i danced and danced
the scattered sands still mock me, as i start another journey
my feet, raw and callused from the marks as i danced
almost too hard to forget
my angst at yet another scattered dream
my remorse at the scattered sand ...
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