A Retreating Heart
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It seems these days, that I find myself sitting here less often,
with even less to say.
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But this morning, while I am alone, I rest my fingers and wait
for the words to tumble onto the page.
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But they do not come. Is it because I am tired?
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Because I am. Utterly tired.....how could I not be? I have run
through such a gamut of emotions that my heart has retreated
to an underground bunker leaving my thoughts behind....
exhausted and slow to rise.
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I sit back in quiet realization as I am provided a picture of clarity.
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Why have I always waited for my thoughts to spill, when from the
beginning it has been my heart that held my words?
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I have always assumed that it was my thoughts
that gave them birth;
yet the truth is, it has been my heart
that has continuously provided my
thoughts with her language.
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....and now I understand....
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When my heart retreats, my fingers rest on the keys
leaving my thoughts with naught to say.....
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2 comments:
Well, my dear, you say beautiful things even when you say you have naught to say.
Thanks for being my friend, especially during this time when you feel like retreating. I love your company and your heart.
sorry Aunty the comments i wrote on your blog bage that said... Almost One. ..Was suppose to be on this blog im still learning how to use this blog site . SO NOW THAT MIGHT MAKE MORE SENCE WHEN YA READ IT LOL .. LOVE YA Charlene
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