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Thursday, September 29, 2011

Hoping while broken

The gentle wind is blowing and is whistling her tune
She whispers that life changes but never too soon
Storm clouds may gather and shake the earth below
But in every disaster tender compassion will  grow

While we are experiencing the cruelty  of fate
We feel we can't make it: ours is a hopeless state
How can we understand the meaning of such change
When  we never saw it coming; how do we rearrange?

We must keep in mind that life will rise again
And the fallen heart  will find her strength within
Those who do evil will not always have their way
Darkness claim its own but the good will know the day

Thank you: f/b friends during this time


  1. Joy,
    What a wonderful hope filled poem! I am so proud of you! There is hope; beauty does emerge out of the broken, we rise above the ashes and all our difficulties serve US in the end. Hang on Joy! You are a lovely woman and you deserve all good things!
    Hugs, Darlene

  2. Wow Darlene:

    What an Honor to have you say something to me . you are so special to me and to so many . You are not selfish with your time .. you truly allow yourself to care . .I appreciate you, your words and you gentle guidance on the way..

    Love and gratitude:


  3. Joy, a truly lovely poem and one full of hope! Well done my friend. Bright blessings, Shanyn

  4. ((( shaynyn ))) you are always so warm and caring .. Thank you for stopping by .. what an angel you are.. I thank you for the blessings. I so need them :



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