WITH FORGIVENESS BRINGS LIGHT...

Emptiness and darkness  looms heavily from a shattered heart that is broken..
Words tore through my being , deep  into my spirit, I am forsaken...

My soul weeps from my  spirit that has been torn and rendered helpless..
Sickened by deliberate words waiting to ambush and rendered the mind helpless..

My soul, my spirit, my heart all cry with tears of regret and sorrow..
 I pondered  the thoughtless utterances that fell deep inside to burrow ..

 The words they  fester, are deep and rotten, brought  forth, they were unkind..
They were like a volcano that bubbled, then spues and  finally erupts in  time..

The words are now unburdened, meant to maim, to destroy..
Have left an indelible torturous scar that was never there before..

I do not live by a rule that you feel I should live by..
Therefore I dismiss the carnage of this, your  perpetual lie..

So continue NOT your war that you have brought about by hatred..
Instead I pray that deep within  your soul, you will redeem that which is sacred..

No my dear,  I shall forgive you for what you have done from this day forward..
Forgiveness  heals my wound and tends to my broken heart, though altered..

We may never be the same for what has taken place and transpired ..
I have been shaken to my core with all  you have dealt and conspired..

But God said this...
Matthew 6:14-15
For if you forgive men when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you.  But if you do not forgive men their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins.

Patsy McNutt Morgan
11/24/12
Revised 10/14/15

NOSTALGIA...

NOSTALGIA..
Too many yesterday's have
traveled through eternity..
Too many sunsets have closed
a days long destiny ..
All have vanished into memories
 that linger, float aimlessly within..
Often or until brought about by
a fleeting thought or sight that
 brings it back again..
A scent, a scene, a color,
or a repetitive dream..
Nostalgia holds our past
to which we cling..
Sentiments, secrets, sacrifices
build monuments within
the confines of our being..
Clouded visions of what was
parades through our memories
that orchestrates a song we sing..
School, marriage, friends, family,
children, are kindly and joyfully
remembered through nostalgia ..
 ..
Nostalgia melts our hearts as we
linger briefly as it is recalled..
Sentiment, tears, even heartbreak
are part of it all..
Nostalgia brings back the child
we thought we had left behind..
Only to rekindle a forgotten
burning ember burning inside..
Fleeting are those long forgotten
times we held so dear..
Timeless nostalgia holds them
sublimely near..

Patsy McNutt Morgan
10/10/15

THE FOG...

THE FOG...

In silence, the fog drifts magically
 onto the ocean shores..
Rolling from the inlet,
 upon its  sandy floor..
Covering small coastal towns
nestled in the dunes..
Its clapboard houses
tucked and scattered
here and there, within
the misty hue..
The thick cloud of fog rolls in
as it blankets the villages and towns..
The heavy mist saturates everything
in its path, without making a sound..
Solitude, ethereal silence is all around..
The daybreak seeps through
each droplet, each vapor ..the mist rises,
dissipates, disappears as it has always
done before..
The noon day sun sheds its warmth
much like the blanket of fog, now forgotten,
from this earlier day on the ocean shore.
Our lives are much like the vapors
of the fog..
Gone, much like a heavy ladened
water  saturated log..
Eternity is forever..
The comparison is incomprehensible
To the nonbeliever..
As we stand on the edge of
time and eternity..
When our lives are complete..
Was our journey satisfactory,
a blessing, or did we live selfishly?
Let the truth shine on the life we now live..
May we learn from mistakes, ungodliness,
o r share with a heart that gives..
Let not the misty fog corrode  or debilitate
our ways in which we walk..
Reach out, forgive, share your heart..
 So The Son of God will shine His light
as scripture taught..



Hebrews 11

Patsy McNutt Morgan
10/20/14
Revised 10/13/15