Remembering on #earthday the beginning of our wondrous earth Genesis 1:1-24 . Unfortunately, it suffered much in human’s hands “ruining the earth” along with in’s inhabitants yet in Revelation God made a promise that one day this will not always be the case! (Revelation 11:18 from those ruining to HIM giving us hope of a better future!
Mirakee is a place to read and escape A place to write and express thoughts But when your words are taken It can feel quite distraught Words may not be physical But they can be stolen just the same And when it happens to you It can be really hard to trust again We all have thoughts and feelings We all have sorrows and relate If you do connect as such Please repost we much more appreciate It's so easy to copy and paste But people want to hear your thoughts too Be you as you are unique And unique is BE.YOU.TIFUL
Please pardon the tone. I'm a little annoyed today. Heartfelt thanks to all those who supported me in the matter of my two pieces that were wrongfully taken and plagiarized by a member here. Blessings, Carolyn
P.S. And as to the rest of you, can y'all also quit hijacking the stuff I say to members in the comment sections? I'm tired of having to come up with new/creative responses.
I tried remembering you today but somewhere down the reminisce, I lost track of your facial creases and the shape of your nose. Your hair came perfect along with your mouth. But no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t make a curve. I couldn’t give you a smile to that mouth - even in my head.
There’s a storm outside today, and a man outside is stuck in his car – calling someone, time and again. He is too close to my window and he is shouting. It’s his son’s birthday. Let him be. I am busy remembering you.
Tonight, when the storm ends finally, I’ll probably want your hands on my head again – Like the time you did when I was awake till 4. It put me to sleep.
I live with utmost freedom – in a room where I keep my clothes on my bed and food on the floor. There’s loud music all the time. I bring some girls home at night from the pub - I am glad you are not here. I smoke and tap the ashes wherever I like.
I want you to yell at me still.
Mom sends your pictures sometimes. She thinks I will forget you And I shouldn’t forget my father. Sometimes, I think she is right to worry.
These days, I am at a loss that I don’t recall your voice anymore. I try imitating with a fake baritone but it never matches the frequency right. Maybe your voice would have changed by now, I convince myself. Maybe when I grow older, I will develop the baritone like you. Maybe they should have had gramophones, and mom should have sent it to me along with your pictures.
The storm isn’t stopping. I am going to let the man stay here for the night. Now don’t yell at me for trusting strangers. I am going to record his voice on that phone of his and gift it to his son.
I believe he will have just the right words, like you always did. Like every father does.
One day I woke up and the love I had known for you, wasn't there. No butterflies at the thought of you. No ache at the thought of losing you. I felt as though you were somebody that I knew... A time long gone... An era bygone. A part of me that I left behind. An emotion I erased from my mind. I looked at your photograph, and saw the colors fading. I heard your favorite songs. And the music was receding. Your existence in my thoughts, was clouded in deep haze. And I sat there confused... with an uncomfortable ache. Is that it? Is that how love ends? You wake up one day and everything is gone. Where did the love go... What happened to the ache... Why am I not insecure anymore. Why the thought of someone else having you, doesn't hurt my core. Why do I want you to move on. Why do I want you to hold her hand and not mine. Have I lost my mind... What happened to all the promises... of loving you all my life. Did I just give up... Before the thing they call fate. Did I just accept... What they all had predicted. What happened to the love... was it ever there. What happened to the dreams... I tried to miss you and recall the good times. The laughs we shared, the tears we shed. The way I hurt you, the way you broke my heart. I remembered nothing. Or maybe I did. But my heart was still... I felt nothing.
We do not know when David wrote Psalm 30. Perhaps he had been very ill. He asked God to make him well again and God did. Perhaps all his people, the Jews, were ill: after they prayed, they all became well again.
We do not know why Psalm 30 was "a song for blessing the house". We do know that the Jews used it when they cleaned the house of God in Jerusalem, about 200 years before Jesus came to earth. That was after a very bad man called Antiochus Epiphanes had polluted it. made it dirty in the eyes of God". Antiochus was a Greek ruler. He wanted to stop the Jews worshipping God. Antiochus thought that he was a god. He thought that people should worship him.
We can all use Psalm 30 when God answers us after we pray to him. This is a beautiful Psalm. By unknown writer