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By RebeccaBeth_88 Date: 2011 Apr 16 Comment on this Work [[2011.04.16.14.55.4249]] |
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Waking up after a rough week, rocky week wet with aftershock from falling off of the waterfall of life--spin, crash, slash against the rocks.... My back hurts again. But the smell of rain and the sound of reliving my dreams---don't you love white mornings? My room is mess, clothes everywhere---and, is that a fork laying beside me? A book I haven't finished reading--and another one I just started. The house is empty. Pandora is calling my name. Pandora and the sound of renewal. Don't you love white mornings? Music full blast! That song reminds me of you... Tears, quiet, rushing sounds of healing...redemption after a rocky week wet with aftershock from falling off the waterfall or life. And I'm startng over. I'm starting over this morning. I'm starting over. Coffee next to a worn Bible, prayers neverending for those hanging on, hanging over the edge--prayers for you. Prayers for me. Thankful for life. Christ's blood on me. Eternity... My back hurts again. But the smell of rain and the sound of reliving my dreams. I'm starting over...this white morning. |