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Pray for Mike's Mother-In-Law


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Dear God,You said to ask, believing, and it shall be given unto thee. I come to you, with bowed head, a humble heart, asking for your tender mercy. I beseech you Father, not for myself, but on behalf of Mike's Mother-In-Law --- Celestine's mother. Only you can heal her, Beloved Father, as you are the giver and taker of all things. Have mercy on her, Father, wrap your love around her beloved family, and please send them peace. In your Son's name, WE humbly pray --- .--------[Leave a Prayer Link to this family HERE]









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Live Water


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Living waterIs knowledgeVery vital toEvolutionWaters of lifeAcidity dilutedTactile corpusclesEternallyRefreshed-------Copyrighted by Amias. All rights reserved.I thank you all for your comments on last week prompt. For more interesting, insightful, and profound poems, visit the list over at - One Single Impression: Prompt 59 - Live Water.





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Blogging My Blessing (Liberation)


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Today has been a most liberating day. I stood up for myself against all comers, I had mercy on myself. I loved myself!I will no longer accept the pain and inconsiderate treatment that some folks in my closest circle dish upon me. I will no longer accept the excuses, which I so conveniently give, when I am hurt by my adult children, or business associates.I work for a living like everyone else, and when I have completed a task, I expect to be paid. No more hot checks that take me a year to collect on, because I am cleverly labeled as a friend by some business associates. Business is business! Small claims court will become my next best friend!No more accepting the inconsiderate acts of my beloved adult children, or giving more than I receive. I am old. I have paid my dues. If they can’t treat me with kindness and respect, as I have earned, they need to move on, or leave me alone. I will no longer be emotional, mentally or spiritually raped by love ones.So what is my blessing today? I stood up for myself and I don’t feel guilty about it. I don't feel like cutting my own throat. I feel refreshed and liberated; alive! Now that’s a blessing!-------Copyrighted by Amias. All rights reserved.





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one single impression (listening)


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behindcomputerscreensears are eyesfingers voiceswith distancethoughts speakminds hearhearts feelsouls touchedspirits revivedbehindcomputerscreenshumanitylive its lives ----------Copyrighted by Amias. All rights reserved.





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tit - 4 - tat


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communicationtaking the time to read yousame as listeningonline conversingwith bloggers is acknowledgedby commentariesdiscriminationthe individual rightsexcept clique members-------Copyrighted by Amias. All rights reserved.I thank you all for your comments on last week prompt. For more interesting, insightful, and profound poems, visit the list over at - One Single Impression: Prompt 58 - Listening





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a hermit’s ghost


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She had said without hesitation, removing a mask to do so; secured behind a glass screen, not knowing if anyone was really listening, “There are those of us who have suffered so much, and for so long, that pain has become addictive.” Without thinking she preceded to removed another mask, “Getting old, I find my searching has not lead me where I desire to be --- there are some parts of me that had a few happy moments, but so many of those moments have been raped by this yearning that I feel --- the need for a state of mindlessness, where the unattainable becomes attainable.”But nothing shocked her more than this last self analysis. She said, “I fear my early ignorance set the patterns of my life, and the choices I made based on inexperience, locked me in. Although hope rapes me, I still hold on to it. As long as I am in a state of humanity, I dare say I have no choice, as hope is all I have until it is realized.”Hours after admitting these things in all their raw clarity, she began to tremble. A chill engulfed her space and the hair on the back of her neck stood up. She remembered this place, for she had experienced its effects before. Each time she had not understood what it meant. But this time was different. She recognized it for what it was. In the past, when she had failed to live up to the potential of these “rare moments”, she had found her state of being embedded in a deeper hell, and her suffering would become unbearable.Hours after speaking aloud these seemingly unfamiliar realities of herself, the space around her mind started moving about. And low and behold, an original idea had begun to churn around inside her thoughts. But when she didn’t set it down on paper it receded. Each time it tried to force its way back, she would become distracted and it would slip away. When the idea did come back, it was less clear. “Damn”, she mumbled under her breath, “what’s wrong with me?” So this time when remnants of the idea came back to mind, she held onto it, and set it down on paper.It had taken her years to remove many of the human elements out of her life. She never lied to herself; she always knew why the human elements were being removed. Like a drug addict, she was trying to kick her addictive habit.Being a hermit puts one in an awkward position; as talking to herself verse the illusion that she was communicating with someone else, at times puzzled her. But the ghosts behind the screen were real enough. They were strangers. Some was afraid to notice her except in a control environment where they felt safe. A few had ventured out to visit her --- still many seemed very apprehensive, and held back. But of late she discovered that rare few that lived in her spirit zone. They were and odd sort, but somehow they had made her feel comfortable, and she peeled back her skin to let them have a peep. “Maybe this time”, she said to no one in particular, “Maybe this time.-------Copyrighted by Amias. All rights reserved.





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a common black bird


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I have this wonderful Ghost that comes when I most need it to appear. So let me see if I can’t rewrite this. Change my state of mind  ---sunday i drove down to scot louisiana and got me some boudin from don’s specialty meats. it was a 6 hour drive round trip, but i was glad to get out of the house. the boudin is amazing. i know not to get carried away with it, because it’s not good for my acid reflux.i don’t know if i did good on my way back home yesterday, but i did take a photo or two of some common black birds we weren’t allowed to fed. this one looked very regal. i so enjoyed sitting out in the fresh air. it was a perfect 70 degrees.-------Copyrighted by Amias. All rights reserved.





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