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How did you deal with your grief and fear
When you lost someone so close and dear
I’ve been asked this question time and again
There is no easy way to deal with that pain

You put one foot in front of the other is what I say
Trying to get through each minute, hour and day
Breaking down frequently does occur
As you face the future with your fear

Fear of never seeing that face maybe forever
Grief is not a timed schedule endeavor
Some struggle with it for years and years
While others go on after a brief time of tears

There is no way that one can prepare
Even with a lot of faith and prayer
Your life changes and will never be the same
A new normal will develop through all the pain

Author: Kathy O. © July 30, 2017

Cosmological stirrings
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Darkness upon the
face of the deep
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Transcendent intervention
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Movement with intention
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No apology worth the mention
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Naturalistically divine
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Blazing worlds to shine
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Reasons introduction
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DNA's instruction
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Natures reproduction
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Conscious mind deduction
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Organic inovation
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Molecular institgation
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Empirical verification
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Eternal manifestation
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Time for destination
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Destination for time
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Solid and liquid unite
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Mathematical delight
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Origins neatly arrayed
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Spirit thoroughly displayed
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Habitation intact
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Breath of life is fact
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Homo sapiens appear
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Lawless world in fear
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Flaming swords are near
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Purification broken
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Sacifice to token
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Redemptive history begins
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Destrution of our sins
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Hold back the four winds
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Until the full number appears
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Fill the cup of violence
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Hades taking reservations
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Great gulf divided
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No one can cross over
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A new name is written
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Death and decay is smitten
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The jester manifested
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Evil tried and arrested
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Wisdom is vindicated
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LET THERE BE LIGHT!

Sitting at the edge possibly dangling over by the thinnest wire a mysterious box looks temping to open it. The steam ripples out across her box sitting in caged, the heat of the moment. Flames of desire leap up into the sky her pain reached over every element of the earth.

I let my curiosity mind open the box running and racing thoughts poor over me that beckon at my will. Knowing it was wrong I opened Pandora's Box. Slowly I felt a hush of silence come over me feeling the ultimate of a desire that was trapped inside of me.

Possibilities danced in my mind for what pleasures might be there? Riches unbounded, beauty unsurpassed, joy beyond imagination. But, what if instead the dread that lurks behind the surface of my conscious mind hearing the vibrations echo the terrors of countries waiting in the depths of pure souls twilling in the night.

Moments later a fleet of leaves float off a tree landing on the ground the Earth only a chill could it be a hope that would keep me alive? Unbearable curiosity outweighs all caution in my life sometimes never holding back.
Trembling with anticipated delight or it is fear? Anger and pain alone I hurt because that's what loners do if the wire were to break if I were to fall chaos would take control because I am Pandora's box.

Once opened all of everything that was trapped deep within me it would break loose things you have been warned to stay away from would manifest in me. I wouldn't become taboo though I thinking I might be worthy to be looked at and worthy to be loved all would turn to me opening my box.

I am Pandora's box calling to you daring you, asking you to open the box just see what's inside what makes me tick putting away the anger, sadness, hunger, deep unnerving pain, beat through my barrier.

The end wrote by Kara 2008

Being a Catholic
is more than looking the other way
when Father Jim is fondling his alter boys
Being a Catholic is more than giving your money
so the bishops can live in luxery and travel all the time
Being a Catholic is more than sitting in church
bored out of your mind and eating and drinking Jesus
like some cannibal like Jeffery Dahmer
Being Catholic is about traditions
evern if those traditions don't seem like
they do anything for anyone
Being Catholic is about forgiving the companies their greed
of paying workers under ten bucks an hour
so God can forgive you of your sin
of hoping the managers and owners get cancer
or burn in hell
or have a really bad life
Being a Catholic is about keeping the Pope rich
and the flock desperately poor and needy
Being Catholic is about loving your babies
enough to have every one
even if that means canceling your cable
so you can feed them ramen noodles
Being Catholic is all about love of your God
Jesus, and your worst enemies
Being Catholic is about knowing God loves you
but only will let you be forgiven
if and only if a prist hears your confessions
Amen

Regarding true identity
I am the web that weaves strands spun with silk smooth to the touch. I am the moon sister howling to the stars above in the sky bright light shining universe the space in between.

I am the day and of the night, for I am the sun and the earth a starving woman and I am a whaling child. I am the sound which can break the silence calling out and hearing the echo of the wind and rain. I am dirt and fire essence is eternal to be only void of all.

I am whole to the concept of having many splinters that have dug so deeply from the wounds of many. I am one who don’t bend to anyone who has shown me any dis respect, I am but yet a human being who’s feelings can be hurt, I am one with a broken heart, I am one who has seen and tasted great fears and joy of love in life.

I am but yet a reality standing in front of you ready to face the challenges in life the journey. I am the coin both different on the sides but smooth the touch.

I am balance of the scales never one side to out weight the other heart against the feather facing the truth of justice holding the sword against me asking me how do you come to me?

With this I answer I have no fear, I show no boundaries, I have no lost or no gain, I am that of a leaf falling from the tree touching the ground in silence, I am the clouds above floating moving and changing shapes.

I am the trust of one self-image, I am in the beauty of the beholder, I am the eyes which look and see beyond, I am the mirror looking back, and for I am Regarding true identity.

By Kara copy righted 2010

God created the Universe so perfect and right
Looking up at night at all the star lights
Billions and trillions of stars have developed since time began
And the Universe continues to grow with no end

Not only does God keep track of each individual star in the sky
He can also count each hair on the head of you and I
Stop and think how powerful He must be
Yet His Love is endless for you and me

At times when I’m having a bad day
I have to stop and remind myself and say
Thank God for His Love and Grace
Don’t get so discouraged with such haste

So when I’m frustrated, down and out
I need to remind myself what the Universe is about
Both of us are part of God’s Eternal creation
It will go on and on for all future generations

This topic sends women's minds on patrol
It is discussed by young and old
The qualities are on a long list
Women make sure none is amiss

Some use the lives of superstars as models
To spot the qualities which seem workable
Denzel and Brad with looks and money to match
Mesmerized women as their movies they watch

Mr.Right is imagined as tall,dark and handsome
A shining knight with money in lump sum
The mind captures Cinderella and Snow White
As women imagine happiness with Mr.Right

Mr.Right is not in a movie
But can star in their lives for eternity
Mr Right is not an illusion
He is patient and available to every woman

Desire for happiness is a divine desire
There is focus on a king in shining armour
He'll show up because you are his bride
He will restore lost pride

Jesus is Mr.Right;my Right among all wrongs
When I am weak,he makes me strong
Jesus is my Right among all rights
He ends all wrongs with eternal light

My heart may slumber in
The shadows at times
Frail man that I am
My courage may be tossed
By fearful winds
My understanding dim
But smiles were painted before
The foundation of the world and
Found my cheek in the shadows
Now on eagles wings I soar the
Heavens, through my God and
His heavenly meadow..
Cafe

You were a stranger, a lady of the street who came to church one day
You opened the door and before you entered the smell of urine filled the room
and It took my breath away

I was singing in the corner as I watched you take a chair
Then many others entered and it was visible to see that they smelt you, moved across the room as to sit beside you they obviously could not bear

I felt the nudge to sit with you, to greet you offer care .
I quietly made my way over as we entered into prayer and
God completely took away the stench as soon I sat there !

You never spoke a word to me and I didn't ask your name but as I sat quietly beside you I really felt your pain

When the service ended you waited patiently to eat, then when others left I fetched a bowl of water to soak your bleeding feet

The time then came when I had to say goodbye and as I gently touched your hand you looked straight into my eyes.... then much to my great surprise
You drew in close, kissed me on my cheek ..and right there, right then, I came to realise
That you were a Angel in disguise

You
took me up on the Eagles wing
to see the earth below
The barren dry land plus the rich harvest crop
Then down into the valley not long to remain
as soon we rose on high again
Up and over the Mountain top and sparing me
from a steep sharp drop ...the Eagle and I then became a Dove descending .....a symbol
and great reminder of your provision
peace, care and
love