Sense and Sensibility - Heartbroken love
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Sense and Sensibility is on! It’s one of my favorites - it seems perfect to me…
Beautiful…beautiful.
Quoted within - Shakespeare’s 116th Sonnet:
| SONNET 116 |
| Let me not to the marriage of true minds |
| Admit impediments. Love is not love |
| Which alters when it alteration finds, |
| Or bends with the remover to remove: |
| O no! it is an ever-fixed mark |
| That looks on tempests and is never shaken; |
| It is the star to every wandering bark, |
| Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken. |
| Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks |
| Within his bending sickle’s compass come: |
| Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, |
| But bears it out even to the edge of doom. |
| If this be error and upon me proved, |
| I never writ, nor no man ever loved. |
Peace.
Safe Place?
What is it? Where is it? Does it really exist?
Yes.
It lives, not in the grand and spectacular - but in simplistic and still.
It resides in the quiet places - the smallest streams of the soul.
It reveals itself in the whispers of mercy and care:
That whispered hug that says, “You’re safe with me.”
And when it is unearthed, I remember.
I remember and rest in the knowledge that it’s all okay.
It’s okay to just be - and to not be pretty, or graceful, or charming, or great…but just to be.
This is my safe place, my place to be - or not to be. My place to be…me.
-A. L. B.
Let me not be distracted by the common things
The little things that catch my eye and cause me to give a moment’s pause
Let me not linger too long in dismay over the evidences of my journey
The tell-tale signs of my struggles written on my face in deeper lines and creases
Let me not agonize over the fading of youth and beauty
But only ask what You see in the creases and the lines
Let me not gather the ashes of my yesterdays
In wishing for things discarded by Your hand
Let me not collect my scars like keepsakes held in pretty jars
To be admired and cherished for my own sake
Let me not be distracted by the common things
Let me not linger, agonize, gather, collect
Unless it is to:
Linger at Your feet
Agonize over another’s soul
Gather the evidences of Your grace
Collect the memories of Your blessings
In these I will glory and dwell
And from them, let me not ever wander too far.
Peace.
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