She Went Her Way


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There were a lot of harsh words,

We said to each other back then,

I hadn’t heard a woman speak like that,

Since I don’t remember when,

 

We tried to correct our bad deeds,

The ones we’d done to hurt each other,

We discovered our efforts didn’t work,

When we couldn’t forgive one another,

 

She went her way and I went mine,

When the war was over and all was done,

Two hard-headed, stubborn individuals,

Had lost too much and no victories won,

 

If I had treated her like a queen,

She’d still be by my side,

But that’s just between you and me,

That’s all to you I’ll confide,

 

She went her way and i went mine,

I was sorry to see her go,

My pride kept me from telling her,

So I guess she’ll never know,

 

As she went down that dusty road,

Along with her she took my heart,

I live here and she lives there,

And we’re still worlds apart.

 

 

Frozen in Ice (Part Four)


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(The Conclusion) 

Was there any way she could be satisfied and find ways to cope?

Was her love so shallow that nothing could make her feel?

Or had her marriage deteriorated so much, there was no hope?

Had her imagination confused imaginary love for one that was real?

Could she settle for her family? Which meant work and no play,

Her husband was security, but offered little romance and no spice,

Was she willing to risk tomorrow for the pleasures of today,

Or stay in her long-time marriage, her heart frozen in ice?

When her husband confronted her, he’d had some time to think,

She wept and sobbed profusely, and said she didn’t want to live,

He said, “We’ll get though this together, we’ll repair the broken link,

We’ll keep our heads held high, and both of us have much to forgive,”

But Rhonda could imagine the vicious rumors she would have to face,

“Our marriage is dead, there’s no excitement and I can’t endure another day,”

Behind her back her friends would laugh, none would give her any grace,

“I love you,” she told her husband, “but only in a superficial way,”

 “I know it will be difficult,” he said, “but I know we can make it work,

It won’t be easy to undo the anger, the hurts, the fear, the blame,

If we don’t neglect each other, and our promises we do not shirk,

If we just share our feelings, our love will have a chance to flame,”

He wanted to be understanding, he wanted this marriage to succeed,

But Rhonda had tasted the wild life, pleasure had opened the gate,

“I’ve been too confined at home,” she stated, “my emotions have been freed,

Someday I might be the wife for you, but for now I want to date,”

Rhonda moved to the city, where she could start her life anew,

Rhonda is much happier now, her new job is better too,

She’s discovering her inner self again, which was long overdue,

She isn’t accountable to anyone, she does what she wants to do,

Her husband and kids struggle on, doing their very best,

They’ve become a closer family group, on each other they rely,

They don’t talk often about their mom, those thoughts are suppressed,

In the evenings, when their chores are done, they sit around and cry.

Frozen in Ice (Part Three)


Cover of "Forgiveness"
Cover of Forgiveness

 In the wee hours David took her home, but he didn’t wait around,

The house was dark, not even one light, to welcome her return,

She went from room to room, but no one could be found,

If her husband and children were gone, where could she turn?

She found a note on the kitchen table, upon it was written her name,

“The kids are safe at your mother’s, but I decided to take a trip,

One of my friends went to the dance, he told me of your shame,

I couldn’t believe my wife, my angel, had finally lost her grip,”

“I’m sorry you don’t love me anymore, I’m sorry I let you down,

I don’t know how long I’ll be gone, I need some space to live,

I wanted to discuss this all with you, but you brought your love to town,

I know I won’t forget this night, but I’m trying hard to forgive,”

Rhonda’s heart was pounding as reality struck her with terrible force,

She had always held her husband accountable for every small mistake,

Forgiveness was not her strong point and now she was filled with remorse,

Could he ever forgive her for what she’d done, what action would he take?

Emotionally and physically she had neglected her husband’s needs,

In return, he had numbed himself to all matters of the heart,

Was it too late to repair their love and forgive any wayward deeds?

Rhonda was ready for counseling, to give her marriage a new start,

Her husband was not sure that he was willing to reconcile,

Their relationship was empty, love had leaked slowly away,

He, too, had felt neglected, they had not made love for awhile,

Could he forgive her? Or did he need to make her pay?

There are consequences for her actions, she’s lost her self-respect,

She’d like to forget and forgive herself, for the night she lost control,

But David’s face often appears, when she’s lonely and feels neglect,

And her face flames with sudden rush, as she remembers his body bold,

Did she really mean forever, that she would never do any wrong?

Oh, the decisions she has to make, to keep from going back,

Is it worth all the work to keep her relationship strong?

Or should she take the easy way out, and get the love she lacks?

(To Be Continued)

What’s Prayer Got to Do With It?


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When You already know what I’ll ask,

Is it to stretch me well beyond myself,

So I can see the greatness of Your task?

What’s my role in the words I say,

What’s my heart got to do with how I pray?

Let my heart be a sounding board,

As I talk to Your son, the Holy Lord,

Fill my spirit with compassion and love,

Let all my words flow from above,

What’s prayer got to do with it?

It lets my heart and mind be a perfect fit,

It’s not in the beauty of words I spout,

But how my soul takes away the doubt,

You are the one I want to magnify,

 Your word flows through me, it’s not about I,

There are no words that I need to say,

Except Your will be done, I will obey,

What’s prayer but conversation between You and me?

Your blood shed on the cross is what I see,

I pray for Your love to cover all the sins,

That the world displays, and those within,

I’m still learning what I need to say,,

Our heavenly Father, give us this day,

The things we need for our daily bread,

Help us face those things we dread,

Teach us how to reach out and forgive,

The wrongs of others with whom we live,

Deliver us from the evil that fills our day,

The temptations that seem to come our way,

All the power and glory to you belong,

I’ll celebrate Your love all life long,

I’ll pray for the boy lying in a hospital bed,

I don’t know why it isn’t me instead,

Nine years old with a terrible disease,

He hasn’t seen life, so take me please,

Let life through his veins run its course,

Please don’t let death take him by force,

I’ve wasted years doing things not so bright,

He’s too young to turn out his light,

Innocent as a lamb, he’s caught in a trap,

If it’s his time to go, let him sit in Your lap,

The beauty of this world won’t be his home,

But there he can dance and have places to roam,

With tears in my eyes I approach Your throne,

I’m ready, take me instead as one of Your own,

He’s nine years old, lying in his lonely bed,

Heal him with Your power, take me instead,

I’ll pray for the girl who cries in the night,

There is no one to listen to her sad plight,

We turn away from accepting her abuse,

Insisting nothing can be done, there’s no use,

The Holy Spirit listens as her spirit cries,

Within each of us part of our own spirit dies,

All the promise, her hopes and dreams,

Are not important to us it seems,

What can we do if evil is around?

We call on the Lord for demons to be bound,

Each of us knows of wounds that need to heal,

Our hearts are willing and we want to feel,

The fields are ripe with broken people today,

Why should we wait when we can pray?

I’ll pray for husbands to love their wives,

And wives to respect their husbands all their lives,

For the couple who argues in the night,

Haven’t they seen love’s pure light?

God has called them for so much more,

So why do they choose just to ignore?

Their hearts are hard, it’s all about self,

There’s not room for two egos on their shelf,

Their children watch and learn how to fight,

They think love is weak, and might makes right,

Rarely do children see their parents in prayer,

Little do they forgive or show compassion and care,

Do they really hate the ones they love?

Should they be listening for guidance from above,

What’s so important about daily prayer?

It awakens our spirit and feeds it there,

I’ll pray for the homeless on the street,

Who struggle daily for food to eat,

They have no permanent place to stay,

In alleys at night, and shelters by day,

What little they have is precious to them,

Their pasts are dark and their future grim,

Arrested by the police because they trespass,

When they guard against storms under an underpass,

I’ll pray for the homeless, society’s outcasts,

That someday all this will be in the past,

Prayer is the starting point for each of these needs,

It’s just the place to plant the seeds,

These gardens of lives need tender loving care,

The work is ready, and now I’m prepared,

To carry out the tasks that started with prayer.

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