I Release Your Soul
I go to the alter
I kneel down
I say a prayer
I go to the cemetary
I kneel down
I share my heart
I go home
I kneel down
I start to cry
I put my life on hold
I go in my heart
I look around
I see where I've been
captured and stored
and I threw away the key
I look to the sky
i try to release
the hold I have on you
in the wind
I hear you whisper
go ahead and cry
put your arms up
release and let me fly
------- Author's Notes -------
letting him go....
Comments on this poem/writing:
|joyce ivy (188.8.131.52) -- Monday, August 30 2004, 12:31 am|
terrie that is very beautifly..i am sorry for your loss..thank you for your comments on my poems and you are a gifted writer...it is funny how what comes out in a person..just from the feelings in there lives..it is sad we can't always have good feelings..I REALLY AM SAD FOR YOUR LOSS....JOYCE
|Terrie* (184.108.40.206) -- Monday, August 30 2004, 03:28 am|
but...do not be sad for me..be happy....in response to the contentment in my heart it gives me great pleasure to anounce that with the Grace of God i was blessed beyond enough to have another Angel placed in my life. i was fortunate to have known love twice in one lifetime..thanx...
|Martin Vann (220.127.116.11) -- Monday, August 30 2004, 08:56 pm|
The words you shared with us, proves, a heart can speak, even if, it is not your own. From the fertile soil, nurished by love, which never dies. I feel your soul, I hear your babies cry, why, has Dad gone away?
The love of two hearts reply, one that walks among us, the other is a spirit of love, looking down, upon us. I feel my heart, which does not belong to me, it comes, from a more Holy place. I hear what love says to you, as your children ask you, why did Dad, go away? You tell your children the truth When you feel, the world, coming down upon your head it is I your father, now, don't do that again. When you feel a burst of love, this is your father and I say, now, you are catching on, don't do that, again and again and feel the love, you are my children yet, my wisdom comes from another place, where the father of us all, says, when you love, you will know, your father is there. A love known is never lost, just, open up your heart. Kf, you make a mistake, my love will fall, like a hammer on your soul and you will know, don't do that again, this is, my love for you.
Terrie, you, write to hard, to direct to the heart, but, that is what you are, a living, breathing, loving heart, Terrie, that is what you are, so, write from your heart, so all of us can see, death as we know it. As a human thing.
It has nothing to do with love, as the Father, smiles down on you and me and says, Death is a birth of my love, love me or I will punish you, for after all, I am your father.
By the way, nice poem, that rips the guts out of non-loving hearts, well done!
|Terrie* (18.104.22.168) -- Friday, September 17 2004, 01:23 am|
it always finds hostin a lonely soul that needs that love and comes back in another form...even from a distance, beyond the skies inside the thunderous clouds or in another state a heart does speak and touch...when and where love exists..............
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