Just Down a Couple Flights

I' m falling out of Heaven,

Just down a couple flights

I don't remember this ever happening before.

Inside of me I want to keep falling,

part of me that is.

The other side doesn't want it all that bad.

I'd like to clutch my Bible and say to it,

Motivate Me, Read me your stories

but I can't right now

because I am falling out of Heaven.

I wrote this poem when I was a junior in high school and trying to find my way. Sometimes I find myself still trying to find my way. Don't we all?

REFLECTIONS

Writers Block~
If I could muster up the strength
to hoist myself to the top of that wall
and take just a peek over the top,
I wonder: would I have the courage to climb over if I saw-
Stacks of unfolded laundry, unscrubbed floors, and bedsheets draping off unmade beds,
Half written poems and stories scribbled on paper napkins, and calendar dates crossed out, left empty?
Would time stand still, or march right on past my worn out body and decomposing brain,
with its nose held high in the air?
Babes and faithful mate bat uneasy eyes my direction.

Will she ever be whole again?
Just thinking of the wall is a powerhouse workout.
Just wondering what is on the other side, a labyrinth with no exit.
If only the power of the seed that fuels this infirmity would change its mind.
Should my strength allow me just one small peek,
I might shudder at what I see.

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I wrote this back in January when I didn't know if I could even make it one more step. I have to say, I have arrived! I feel so good. I have written a hundred posts in my head since January, and hadn't the strength or desire to get them written here. I am a butterfly in a cocoon and I see a small sliver of sunlight peaking through the opening and I am ready to fly. My secret to success isn't really a secret: it's MAX GXL. If you want to Feel Good again, Feel Alive again, Have clarity of Mind and Energy for your day, please, please check out Max products! www.max.com/255092 (That is my web address for preferred customer discounts.)

I am still in treatment 4 days a week. That part is a drag. But life is GOOD, and I am gonna LIVE!

Blessings for a splendid day~

Maryalice

HOPE, A BRIGHTER YEAR AHEAD

Hope is a Thing with Feathers
Emily Dickinson

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chilliest land
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

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I love birds. I love how they sing songs to one another and glide in the sky. Such a simple carefree life. I love the symbolism that they represent.

The picture is of a bird of paradise, a lovely flower that brightened my birthday in Hawaii 2 years ago.

May 2010 be our year for hope and abundant blessings.
Cheers,
MA

Life in slower motion

Yesterday I ran so fast I could not smell the flowers.

Today

I

walked

and

the

scent

lasted

for

hours.

/MImhoff 1990

This poem, written by my sweet sister, has new meaning each time I recall it.

Best,

M