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Uh-Huh ...It's Still That Prose Stuff
on the other hand maybe its just
Really Long Thoughts

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I'm feeling hurt and angry,
I don't know what to say.
He says its not rejection,
But God, it sure felt that way.

This machine is like real life to him
For me its just a tool
I sought a simple conversation
He left me feeling like a fool

I'm feeling tired and weary
And I know that so is he
Just needed some real time connection
But I guess its not to be

Small promises that hurt me
Cause they hardly ever do come true
Maybe that's why I'm always half expecting
To hear him say that we are through

Love like this, it isn't easy

She Is, She Knows

On his pages
Her face I see
This woman he loves
She is not me

The one for whom
He sits and waits
The one for whom
His heart, it aches

This woman so special
As she is to he
This woman he loves
She is not me

My faith tells me that it is in the difficult times that we renew ourselves. Seeking and finding strength, beyond our own beings, we grow in spirit and character. The bible actually talks about a fire, a furnace in which the dross is purged and the pure metal revealed. This imagery conjures up pictures of the blacksmith's forge. Hard metal made molten yet held relentlessly to the flame. One second too few and the rod will not bend to the craftsman's will. One second to many and the medium falls useless into the flame never to be reclaimed. The art lies in knowing which is the second.

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