Write.
I write for passion.
Because my head is exploding
and I'm giving birth to
my soul every time I do.
If I don't write I feel like
a pregnant woman who is overdue.
Sometimes I don't write for you.
Just for me and I don't ever show anyone.
Somethings I don't want you to know.
Somethings I don't want you to know-just yet.
But I will tell you today.
Oh that there is a stirring within me.
Does your soul stir too?
How can so many people be so different,
and yet we are all so much the same?
The things that I long and crave for are the same things that a happily married woman with a family and a big house craves for.
They are the same things that a teenage boy craves for.
They are the same things that child in the most privileged of homes craves for.
Or the beggar on the street....
To be known on the inside.
To be deeply loved.
To be soothed from our fears.
To be cared for.
Oh that there is a stirring within me.
That we would stopping looking to the things that are created by man's hands.
And look to The One who's hands created man.
She's Having a Baby
11 years ago
7 comments:
Welcome back m'dear
Well, Thank you Sir! It's nice to be back in Blogland with you fine folks =)
Colleen is back! And in beautiful form. Well worth waiting for.
This part is my favorite:
To be known on the inside.
To be deeply loved.
To be soothed from our fears.
To be cared for.
Dawn! Yay! Thanks for the lovely compliment. Missed you =)
Girl, that was lovely. You express yourself beautifully. I've been thinking about you, wondering how you've been. I can identify with your feelings about writing. If someone was to tell me not to write, they might as well tell me not to breathe...
Susan! I miss you! I have a lot of blog reading to catch up on. But things have been sooooo good. Quiet, but good. I agree with you. about the not being able to write thing. It does feel like air at times =)
yep. homerun.
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