The path to the other side,
A slide of colours bright in hue descend.
Frea fragmentary this I of me.
Yet feel the hope to touch again,
The hand of God I call friend.
Bridge of tears the trail above.
Fragile. Slight. Frail.
My soul did fall for love.
Now caught in misery, a mire.. jail,
Remembering my empty cup, the Grail.
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makes me cry
pnk
Crying releases stress.
Please know my cup is filled each and every day.
*Hands a hanky to the Lady*
BTW..How is our little stinker?
*blowing nose*
(I'll wash it before I return it)
Thank you.
I hope your cup is always filled with the good stuff...ya see, now I just typed that, yet i know that life throws the curve balls for lessons and stuff...hating those curve balls!
Lil is good Susan. She is no longer having bathroom problems and her claw looks much better.
We took her in the yard today and she picks up real speed when she's free. Fast little devil!
oh, she ate a slug too.
poor sluggy
enjoy your evening
love
pnk
Always played first base, so I know how to snag'm out of the dirt.
Better a curve ball than no ball at all. My motto to stay in the game. Ya never know I just might catch the winning fly ball. Rrrbitt...Burp!
Thanks for the report. I like to keep informed of the progress of my little adopted devil.
Young'ns need exercise, but we don't want to loose her.
And I dream of Michelangelo when I'm lying in my bed
I see God upon the ceiling
I see angels overhead
And he seems so close
As he reaches out his hand
We are never quite as close
As we are led to understand
Have I posted those lyrics before??? I know I put the lines right before them on my cup one time, and everyone liked it quite a bit!!!
Like babys, and grownups we all need to be touched to keep us healthy and peaceful.
Very nice lyrics.
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