for the sweetest sacrifice, honor, and beauty she has shown.
Congratulations and humble tears
to those who have loved her though this.
Welcome, G!
If you are one of the
5 out of 6 women
or 9 out of 10 men
who don’t know what it is like,
try this poem:
Today wasn't my strong day
Don't look me in the face
Because
high
my head won't stay
The tears leave paths erratically traced
When you see me can you say
that you were proud to know
that with me you had prayed
that you've seen me grow
I hope that now it's shown
you won't think any less
even the strong get blown
breaking under the stress
Today wasn't my strong day
Don't look me in the face
For up high my head just won't stay
As tear tracks dry, I hide their trace
Years down the road
I hope her eyes don't hate
there resentment may abode
will it deter her from fate?
A man will enter my life
I can't even make contact
losing to an internal strife
unable to make love a fact
Today wasn't my strong day
Did you see my face?
Or that one tear that went astray
Of my struggle, it's a small trace
A dark night lies in my past
that left me scarred and tainted
setting me apart fast
a changed life was painted
I hope I will one day move on
that I'll be able to be normal
but I know that that's gone
that I can no longer fulfill
I pray with each new day
for the strength and courage
to carry on and never astray
from what was now in my life merged
Today wasn't my strong day
So that many more could be
From this path I'll never stray
Because God is always with me.
Grace Stone
Written by a crime victim who paid a dear price.
But now, All is Well.
Even Better than Well.
Miracles happen, and i saw one today.
Thank you Mary-
ReplyDeleteThank you to all who supported me through this physically (literally) and emotionally. Now, I don't hate this miracle, but love with every fiber. It brought more love and joy into my life. When God closes one door, don't be agitated and stare at the wood, turn around, for he had opened many more.
God chose us, because he knows we can handle it, because we can carry these crosses and burdens. God shows the strong will prevail.
The foolish man's house shall be swept away.
love to all
Grace Stone
G- I read this and thought of you- "Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish Wolfhound named Belker. The dog's owners, Ron, his wife Lisa, and their little boy Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were hoping for a miracle.
ReplyDeleteI examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family we couldn't do anything for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.
As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for six-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt as though Shane might learn something from the experience.
The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker 's family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on. Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away.
The little boy seemed to accept Belker's transition without any difficulty or confusion. We sat together for a while after Belker's Death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives.
Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, ''I know why.''
Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I'd never heard a more comforting explanation. It has changed the way I try and live.
He said,''People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life -- like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?''
The Six-year-old continued,''Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don't have to stay as long.''
Grace, you are One Good Dog.