I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately about many different things. Some of it making me very angry, some making me think even more, some giving me feelings of despair, and some giving me answers.
Early in my life, I had been taught to take responsibility for what I do and I have done that for the most part. I am far from being anywhere near perfect and I acknowledge that. I have made many mistakes that I take the blame for. I hurt when I hurt others.
When others make mistakes that affect me, I try to remember that they too are human and mistakes happen. But when the same types of mistakes happen on a consistent basis I have a problem with that. I know we are suppose to forgive, but the Lord knows I have trouble with consistent mistakes. When and where is the line drawn? I know too we are to forgive at all times.
In this skin that is humanity, it is very difficult…all too easy to hate those that do these things to us. But in the end, it is I who will suffer because of not forgiving. I will be the one whose bones will ache and drawn into a state of depression and despair. It is my mind that will be filled with bitterness that is best used for the betterment of my life and for those around me while they that choose to live a life of doing what they do continue to do what they do, whether knowingly or not.
The importance of forgiving is just that…very important. The effects of harboring unforgiving thoughts is far more damaging than one can imagine. It has no benefits that will be good for me.
I am really struggling at the moment and I know I need to turn this around. I need to stop looking at what has happened over the past few years and move on. I have a lot of positive things going on and I am thankful for that.
Humility is hard to swallow. Perfection was given only to the one true God and He said that we are to forgive because He knows that if we don’t…it is we who will suffer…and we are to leave the rest to Him.
I may have spoken too soon when I mentioned how bad it wasn’t here, concerning Hurricane Sandy….not thinking about what may happen elsewhere. It began to unfold as I got bits and pieces of what was happening north of us while I was at work today.
As I sit here watching the news, the devastation is coming to light. I almost feel as if I was being selfish, but I posted that before the northern portion of our area had been hit. Still for me, it doesn’t lessen the blow.
The loss of life and property is mounting and so does my feelings of being an idiot.
Lessons are learned in so many different ways. I wish I didn’t have to learn this one.
My thoughts and prayers go out to the families who have lost loved ones and to the survivors who will recover from this change that has taken hold of their lives.
This the second in the series titled
A Blogger’s Pic In Poetry
I stand in place, never thought to be seen
Stand I sure I do, mine eyes do believe
Possible not, but here I do
Standing strong proudly tis true
I have weathered storms of many
More to come, they are a plenty
Faulter not have I, years gone ago
Up to now and now until, who know
Poem by me
Let the talent of the talent shine
Brightly as gifted it was given, absolute
Astounding, the beauty of the gifted talent
How bright the talent?…matters not
Resting it aside for still of time, wasted
For it is not the one to give the talent light
But true to the giving, it is His light shining
Once the talent is motioned thru space of time
Wonder not the beauty to the eye
Savor in His gift, the talent given to shine
Time’s relevance is irrelevant at times
Other times, so vastly important
Seeking to achieve one’s destiny
Time waits for no man at all times
Man’s purpose, sought by man throughout
In degrees that vary for purpose in life
Some to persevere in want and need
By others in disillusionment and despair
Flashing moments portray accomplishments
Times even to them who feel failure
Remember one and all, remember
Time’s relevance, in the hands of one
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Your time, mine~are hours
Feelings of passion in air
No one knows, save we
It is ours, we share
Hearts tell the tale,
No one knows
Thump thump thump
Sweat, sweet rose
Releasing fruit sensuous
Boilers steaming, hot
Warming presence felt
Even tho touch, is not
Deep sighs of breaths,
Touch of no caress
Life is unpleasant though pleasant
The traveled roads are obscure
The hills and valleys beauty
Lend their purpose and fulfill
We tend to wonder at times
Traveling onward and on
Passively aggressive and mild
So tedious the brain is the mind
Push and shove duck and dodge
Make way and clear the roads
Though futile it seems
Moving that in the way
Thinking it done but finished not
Cause the roads clearing is naught
For now we dig and probe the things
That take the place of before
Hours work is evermore endless
As we journey through live
Nostrils filled with sweet stench
For the roads of life lingers on
Poetry Picnic Week 24