Tag: hope
member name: Cathryn flowers Ritchie
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October 07, 2006 01:24 AM EDT --
He did not wait till the world was ready,
Till men and nations were at peace
He came when the Heavens were unsteady.
And prisoners cried out for release.
He did not wait for the perfect . . .
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December 04, 2007 12:31 AM EST --
God
Spiraled down
Through Eternity
To the apex of His creation-
Emmanuel was born.
I,
Twisting my hands-
to reach, to reach, to reach; . . .
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July 22, 2006 11:02 PM EDT --
Moonlit night
Breezing through
My soul
(rays streaking darkness).
Alone
But not.
The past
Whispering of sorrows
Crying with losses
Gentle with joy
(and yes, sometimes leaping,
sometimes). . . .
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October 07, 2006 01:18 AM EDT --
I have a hard time being still and recently I've wondered if my restlessness relates to the same questions I'd answered in the 60's: Who Am I, and, Where Do I fit into this world? and What . . .
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July 22, 2006 11:23 PM EDT --
I have a hard time being still and recently I've wondered if my restlessness relates to the same questions I'd answered in the 60's: Who Am I, and, Where Do I fit into this world? . . .
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September 04, 2006 11:59 PM EDT --
GOODBYE MY CHILD
My Child,
I held you inside of me so tight,
Fighting your lose through the night
of pain, of fear and fright.
I dreamed of our loving,
your holding me holding you.
I dreamed . . .
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September 24, 2006 04:22 PM EDT --
Does the road wind up-hill all the way?
Yes, to the very end.
Will the day's journey take the whole long day?
From morn to night, my friend.
But is there for the night a resting-place? . . .
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October 23, 2006 01:21 PM EDT --
HOME
A Story of His Grace
by Ginevra Rose Young
(Cat's pen name)
I never felt home to be a safe place; empty rooms, too many words, not saying, "I love you." Though a child, . . .
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September 25, 2006 01:55 PM EDT --
You take me to your pain
I really don't want to gain
Feelings about this struggle;
For I know I'll muddle
Through the darkness
of each motherhood weakness.
I don't want to look . . .
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November 29, 2007 10:00 AM EST --
Not Alone
Cathryn flowers Ritchie
Moonlit night
Breezing through
My soul
(rays streaking darkness).
Alone . . .
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November 23, 2007 02:13 AM EST --
Christmas Faith
Cathryn flowers Ritchie
God,
Spiraled down
Through Eternity
To the apex of His creation-
Emmanuel was born.
I, . . .
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November 23, 2007 02:35 AM EST --
On Being a Woman
Cathryn flowers Ritchie
Soft Sweaters
I like soft sweaters
after a day at the beach,
where the waves and . . .
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December 31, 2007 04:49 AM EST --
The Sounds of Music
During worship, do you ever sense a stronger presence of God? As if you are being lifted up to Him, feeling ushered into His presence? I'm . . .
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November 23, 2007 02:20 AM EST --
I King's 17:1-16, Elijah's emptiness.
“My grace is sufficent for you, for my power is made
perfect in weakness” says the Lord. II Corinthians . . .
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November 29, 2007 09:57 AM EST --
Dance Me To My Heart
by Cathryn flowers Ritchie
A cavern deep within
forgotten, crumbled,
Swirling in the dust of pain;
a glint
. . .
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June 08, 2008 02:14 AM EDT --
When a Mother
My heart has come out of hiding.
forced out by giving love,
giving safety, receiving love.
Creeping and fearful at first
But out it came.
. . .
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September 23, 2006 02:18 PM EDT --
I have a hard time being still and recently I've wondered if my restlessness relates to the same questions I'd answered in the 60's: Who Am I, and, Where Do I fit into this world? and What . . .
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November 30, 2007 12:56 AM EST --
by Cathryn flowers Ritchie
God,
Spiraled down
Through Eternity
To the apex of His creation-
Emmanuel was born.
I,
Twisting my hands- . . .
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February 17, 2008 09:54 PM EST --
This is a very long poem that I've written into a poetic essay. Hope it encourages.
Weeping Willows
A Crippled Couple. Beautiful, hair, black - Irish creamy skin; . . .
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October 27, 2006 02:41 AM EDT --
by Ginevra Rose Young
I never felt home to be a safe place; empty rooms, too many words, not saying, "I love you." Though a child, life felt like a war, hurt came from all around, clashing . . .
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