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Flashback Post, in Dedication to 9/11 …Where were you?

9/11 where were you?
Today, we’re doing a FLASHBACK post, in dedication to 9/11… Where were you?

Before you head off over to the post I just wanted to take a second to say a prayer.  Will you pray with me for those who were taken from us on that sad day in September?

 Eternal Rest

Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon them. May the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace.

Amen.

There are moments in our lives that we can’t remember at all, and then there are some days where we remember every… single… detailWhere were you?

Until then,
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And that’s when I knew …

Last July I sat in Mass, studying those around me.  Listening to the scripture was something I found hard to do at first, not because of the words but how I was hearing them.  The words ran into each other.  I struggled to find the answers that I needed and to hear the message I was hoping would appear.  Aren’t we supposed to listen to The Word and find the message you’re meant to hear that day?

The months prior to this had me questioning the actions and choices I’ve made in my life.  To me, some things made perfect sense and well, other situations just seemed unfair.  I try my hardest to not react to situations beyond my control.  Every now and then it is not so easy.

You might recall that week in your life where every waking minute seems to feel like you’ve gotten up on the wrong side of the bed.  You ask God, ‘Why me?’ ‘What did I do to deserve this?’ You’re shocked to not get a response, but then the overwhelming feeling passes and you can breath again.

…Until that feeling comes back.  I felt, at the time, the solution was simple, remove all outside influences.  Can you really live out your life alone though?  Is there a way to let others in without them marking you?  I’ve learned that for me, it doesn’t seem possible.  Everyone close to me, who has problems, I feel like they are my problems to.  Even if I can’t do anything about it, it still eats away at me.  Deep breathing helps.  Sitting in the pew, those extra moments after Mass has ended and everyone clears out, also helps.

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On that day, in July, for the first time in my life, I felt at peace. Complete peace. When Mass had ended, I had decided after a long prayer and conversation, that I was going to give God my problems and in return I would do whatever it was He wanted.  I didn’t realize how quickly He would call me on it.  Walking out of the Sanctuary I was approached by the nun in charge, Mother Blessed Sacrament, and she asked me if I would be interested in helping out with the Church’s Youth Group.  I stole a glance down the main aisle of the Sanctuary, down to the large cross that hung over the alter, turned back to her and replied yes.  And that’s when I knew God would keep me at my word, and I at His. 

Since that day, I continue to help out with Youth Group, I read Scripture for Sunday Mass, I help chaperone the Church’s Youth trips, and I might be teaching CCD this fall.  What I didn’t know on that day in July is how much I would love every single minute of it!  I feel at home and that helps with all the little things that come my way.  Today the Word nourishes my soul.  I hold on to that feeling every single day.  And that’s how I know everything will be all right…in due time!

There’s a saying I’ve heard on a number of occasions that I find rings true, “Let go, Let God!”  Today, if you have something that is weighing you down, and you’re not sure how to even begin to approach it, let it go, give it to God and have faith that it will all work out.

Until then,

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poetry Story Time Saturdays

The End of This Summer’s Story Time Saturday

Words can paint pictures of a broken heart, or a smile, or of the first time you knew that it was going to be OK.  This is one of the many reasons why I love words.  This summer I unveiled a series of poems that I have written throughout my life that have brought me comfort and the occasional closure I needed to start a new chapter in my life.

Last week was the end of this summer’s Story Time Saturday and this fall we’ll switch it up here on My Pocketful of Thoughts.  I am not sure what that means yet, but it’ll come to me over an open fire in the woods of Rhode Island.  Why there you ask?  That’s where I’ll be this weekend, camping and brainstorming!  So in case you missed one of my poems, I leave them all here with you today, in hopes that they touch your heart the way they touched mine so many moons ago and still do.

Until then,

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fear poetry Story Time Saturdays

shadows fade

in the turn of the minutes the sun rises slowly
giving light to a brand new day
a day that brings hope, faith that the dream
of last night will come true

as doubt creeps into your mind and
whisphers of the voices of those who do not believe
a rain comes down ever so lightly

a slight rain that turns to pour
to wash away those foolish gestures
to drown out all that takes you off your path

it continues throughout the day
throughout the night
to clear your mind and to start anew

a strength that is stronger within
as you wake
in the turn of the next minutes the sun rises slowly
giving light to a brand new day
a day that brings hope, faith that the dream
of last night will come true

with this strength a smile forms as the doubt that was there yesterday, can not creep back in

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love poetry Story Time Saturdays

where are all the happy love songs?

listening to the radio and some of my favorite cds

cant help but to notice that love sounds like a disease
there’s the potential break up songs
and the you’ve done me wrong songs
the I’m throwing dishes cause you’ve pissed me off songs
the i caught you lying you stupid ass songs
is that the chic you’ve been cheating on me with songs
the she broke my heart into pieces songs
the i can do what you like songs
and there’s how i fell in love with the dj
now don’t get me wrong Cham is a good looking dude and he can sing to me anytime but where are all the happy love songs?

the i look into your eyes and i get lost songs,
and the it hurts when I’m not with you songs,
or the i cant sleep cause i haven’t gotten to speak to you today songs,
or the i love you too much so lets forget about the stupid toothpaste songs?
or the make love to me on the hood of your car while its pouring rain songs (no lightening of course)
or is that what Kelis meant to say when she sang in public
where are the i cant get enough of you because of the deep emotions that you cause me to have, oh wait no that is Tamia
seems to me that no matter what language you listen to it in, there are just not enough happy love songs!

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In the Blink of an Eye…

I stared at him from the top of the porch stairs.
 I blinked back tears. 
Neither of us moved, we had said so many things, so many angry things, too much to take back. The scene of earlier was etched into my mind.  It replayed over and over again like a broken record.  
A clean break.  That’s what I needed.  That’s what I wanted.  It made sense.  Right?  I gave him back his ring.  But he didn’t take it.  He left it behind before he walked out the door.  I couldn’t follow him.
Chained to my bed with the weight of the loss of him.  My tears slid into the ocean that had been my pillow.  What have I done?  If you love someone, set them free and if its meant to be they’ll come back to you.  Unicorns and fairy tales.  
But. There. He. Is. His eyes were intent upon me, not even a blink. 
 I blinked back tears.
I felt the ring making its mark on my palm.  He stood in the pouring rain, drenched from head to toe, and it wasn’t getting me soaked that stopped me from stepping off the porch, it was pride.  
But I had been lying to myself for months, denying him my love, to feel loved, and to hear the words. So much time has passed.  
But now, staring at him, only four feet away, I felt that the words were now on the tip of my tongue, longing to be said.  
I blinked back tears. 
A rush of emotion flowed through me as I ran to him, into his arms, and I looked into his eyes, and finally found the courage to say it, “I love you, I have since the first day that we met, its like, I’ve searched for you my entire life and here you are,  and I was afraid if I embraced that feeling, that you’d leave, and take my heart with you.  I gave it to you once and I never got it back.’ 
He stared back, and without saying a word, I leaned forward and kissed him.  There in that moment nothing else existed, just me, him, and the rain.  But his arms were firmly pushing me away, his eyes were large and sad. 
I blinked faster.
His lips moved but I heard no sound.  Am I ok?, he’s asking.  Seeing someone else?  Am I hearing this right? But we’re meant to be? 
My face was wet from the rain but I blinked back my tears anyways.  
If you love someone, set them free and if its meant to be they’ll come back to you.


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if only

the thought of you weighs down in my stomach like a cinder block and i’d rather throw a rock at you
you, the subject of so much focus, to finally it feels like its just one big joke

jokes that made me use to LOL

LOL that ended in tears

tears that wet my face but trust they never compromise my strength

yes i’m strong really deep down inside

off to the side now like a pile of books with no place to go

the bookshelf is full

full of enlightening ideas and  organized  thoughts                      

thoughts that wander like purple polka dotted kangroos

kangaroos that jump in and out of my subconscience mind

like rodeo clowns on pogo sticks trying to steal

cotton candy from kids that were engrossed in them

kids who lost their focus after the marching elephants

to return their eyes to the show where acrobats swing out in the air over what looks like thread

 and through the hole of the needle that leads outside into the night

tag teaming Red Riding Hood, so now she’s hopping on the tent

 into the sky up over the moon

 to grandma’s house she lands in the woods saying

 “why grandma what big eyes you have”,

and Grandma opens her mouth to eat her

and the fear of the girl is left in the book,

as its closed, the reader unable to continue

the emotion too much to bare

and in the end my thoughts still lie with you

so don’t be upset if i throw a rock at you