<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962055274893622341</id><updated>2012-02-08T17:32:44.442-08:00</updated><category term='poetry'/><category term='change'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='poems'/><category term='hope'/><title type='text'>Soul Expressions</title><subtitle type='html'>Poetry to touch your soul, heart and mind.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Connie Whiting -conniewhiting.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842891902275995473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UlYlGOEs8Ak/SD1wp2EJwdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NGVli89z78s/S220/RV3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962055274893622341.post-4948669387931077330</id><published>2012-02-08T16:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T16:59:55.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love's Choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163681" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163882"&gt;I hear the hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163684" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;behind the words you speak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163687" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I see the pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163690" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;from the ones you don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163693" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163696" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I hear your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163699" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;crack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163702" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;open&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163705" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;with each word&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163708" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;hurled in anger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163711" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;from the lips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163714" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;of those&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163717" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;you cherish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163720" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163723" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I wish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163726" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I could wrap you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163729" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;in a love so strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163732" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;you'd never feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163735" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;the sting of broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163738" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;dreams again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163741" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163744" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I can't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163747" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;You wouldn't let me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163750" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;if I could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163753" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163756" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163759" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;each time your heart breaks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163762" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;it binds together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163765" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;grows even bigger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163768" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;to reach out yet again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163771" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;to those&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163774" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;who never speak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163777" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;the two words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163780" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;that would mean so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163783" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Thank you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163786" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163789" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I can say them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163792" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163795" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;but I don't hold your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163798" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;but know this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163801" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;since you are in mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163804" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I will bleed with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163807" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163810" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163885"&gt;You can have my breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163813" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;You can have my hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163816" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;You can have my love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163819" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;and use it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163822" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;to heal your world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163825" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Then I'll walk away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163828" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163888"&gt;if you want me to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163831" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163834" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;The only thank you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163837" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163840" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;is knowing that at last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163843" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;you are loved and needed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163846" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;You are happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163849" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;You are safe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163852" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163855" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;You are everything to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163858" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;so everything I am is yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163858" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163858" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163858" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;By Connie Whiting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163858" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Copyright 2012&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_14_1328748544163861" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962055274893622341-4948669387931077330?l=soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4948669387931077330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2012/02/loves-choice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/4948669387931077330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/4948669387931077330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2012/02/loves-choice.html' title='Love&apos;s Choice'/><author><name>Connie Whiting -conniewhiting.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842891902275995473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UlYlGOEs8Ak/SD1wp2EJwdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NGVli89z78s/S220/RV3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962055274893622341.post-1662562221493357911</id><published>2012-01-15T03:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T17:19:09.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snapped</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;You're going to break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;That's what you think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Snap&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;like a dry twig&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;in a forest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;of dying trees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;dead leaves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;scattered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;like the pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;of your broken heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;you've cried too many&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;you think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;you must be marked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;permanent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;scars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;upon your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;a testament&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;to all your pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;so clear to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;yet invisible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;to those&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;that promised&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;they would always stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Another storm blows past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;roaring like wind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;in ears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;that have heard so many lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;so powerful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;surrounding you with fury&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;and emotion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;once the storm has gone&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;you find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;you've birthed anger&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;from your pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;and strength&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;so strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;much more than&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;you once knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;you didn't break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;You dug in the roots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;of faith and grew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;into a better&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;wiser you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_1_1326627925424158" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;you stand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;an oak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;among the driest twigs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;your arms branch out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;reaching for the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;The hope of warmth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;this cleansing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;season&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;has transformed you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;into what you've always been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;beneath the deepest &amp;nbsp;hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;a beautiful regal loving queen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;certain of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;her worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Connie Whiting&lt;br /&gt;All rights reserved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962055274893622341-1662562221493357911?l=soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1662562221493357911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/snapped.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/1662562221493357911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/1662562221493357911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/snapped.html' title='Snapped'/><author><name>Connie Whiting -conniewhiting.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842891902275995473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UlYlGOEs8Ak/SD1wp2EJwdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NGVli89z78s/S220/RV3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962055274893622341.post-5426348669502546439</id><published>2012-01-14T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T17:20:48.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scarred</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Beyond and before &amp;nbsp;this time I've seen you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;my heart recognizing who you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;like mist through my fingers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;you've slipped past my present&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;time and time again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;bits and pieces of what might have been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;in each one I've loved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;and lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_1_13265595064701670" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;All ghosts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Fragments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;of what could be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;but never will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;until&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;we offer hearts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;with scars and all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;trusting love again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Connie Whiting&lt;br /&gt;All Rights Reserved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962055274893622341-5426348669502546439?l=soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5426348669502546439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/scarred.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/5426348669502546439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/5426348669502546439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/scarred.html' title='Scarred'/><author><name>Connie Whiting -conniewhiting.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842891902275995473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UlYlGOEs8Ak/SD1wp2EJwdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NGVli89z78s/S220/RV3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962055274893622341.post-3721580136501124722</id><published>2011-11-23T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T11:15:16.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Another sleepless night I see&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Where thoughts race&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Can’t pretend to be.....OK&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The only sound&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A lighter click&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Flame forms a fire teardrop&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;in the darkness&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;of my world&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Maybe I just feel too deep&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Because my heart just won't let go&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;of memories &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;for each crack it carries&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Or maybe &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I just think too much&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;of what could have been&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;and how it turned into&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;what never was&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Suck in smoke&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A moment’s peace &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;as it fills my blood&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I hate these things&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I want to quit&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But then&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What would calm my head&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;on these sleepless nights&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;in a lonely bed&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I remind myself&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It’s just a night&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It’s just a thought&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A pain&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Part of our existence&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;is this&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;standing in the rain&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;holding fast through life's storms&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;waiting for the sun&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tomorrow is a different day&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Another chance&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;to know the past is past&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;and I have just begun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Connie Whiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Copyright 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962055274893622341-3721580136501124722?l=soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3721580136501124722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/sleepless-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/3721580136501124722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/3721580136501124722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/sleepless-night.html' title='Sleepless Night'/><author><name>Connie Whiting -conniewhiting.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842891902275995473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UlYlGOEs8Ak/SD1wp2EJwdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NGVli89z78s/S220/RV3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962055274893622341.post-2024701609488198507</id><published>2011-09-11T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T22:59:13.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loss of the Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Bm5ET1tOVzQ?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;no more tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;from staring eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;barely strength to breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;the pain inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;so much more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;than from welts&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;on so small a frame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;by one who should&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;protect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;the life they&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;&lt;br id="yui_3_2_0_18_1315804353350319" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;Baby gasping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;for mother's milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;from breasts long run&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;dry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;only thing left to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;in this famished land&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;is to lie in her arms and die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;Child crawling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;through dirt on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;a wooden slat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;limbs lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;in a war&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;never understood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;through haunted eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;Where are your heroes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;the love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;the food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;the compassion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;which is your birthright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;within the bounds of any land&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;Where are the hands to hold you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;the voice to sing a comfort&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;the offering of food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;and hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;to bring you through the pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;and release you from such &amp;nbsp;hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;in your young lives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;So shameful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;that those that brought you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;to this world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;build bombs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;desire drugs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;waste time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;on pursuits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;so evil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;while you lay dying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;for want of just a crumb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;of humanity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;Connie Whiting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_18_131580435335048"&gt;2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962055274893622341-2024701609488198507?l=soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2024701609488198507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/loss-of-children.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/2024701609488198507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/2024701609488198507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/loss-of-children.html' title='Loss of the Children'/><author><name>Connie Whiting -conniewhiting.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842891902275995473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UlYlGOEs8Ak/SD1wp2EJwdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NGVli89z78s/S220/RV3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Bm5ET1tOVzQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962055274893622341.post-5008743717831036707</id><published>2011-09-11T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T22:23:20.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335048"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335084"&gt;&lt;img alt="5.gif" height="178" src="http://www.zwani.com/graphics/hugs/images/5.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335048"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335084"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335048"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335084"&gt;Your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335048"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335084"&gt;so broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335048"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335084"&gt;your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335048"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335084"&gt;so scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335048"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335084"&gt;your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335048"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335084"&gt;so scarred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335048"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335084"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335048"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335084"&gt;you are so lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335048"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335084"&gt;wandering through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335048"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335084"&gt;a maze of days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335048"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335084"&gt;wondering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335048"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335084"&gt;if anyone notices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335048"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335084"&gt;or hears the tears behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335048"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335084"&gt;the mask you wear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335048"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335084"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335048"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335084"&gt;the answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335048"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335084"&gt;simple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335048"&gt;yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335048"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335048"&gt;But they too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335048"&gt;are broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335048"&gt;scared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335048"&gt;and scarred&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335048"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335048"&gt;their eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335048"&gt;dull&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335048"&gt;and as sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335048"&gt;as yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335048"&gt;their mask&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335048"&gt;like yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335048"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335048"&gt;Take off the masks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335048"&gt;share your broken heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335048"&gt;polish off a dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335048"&gt;and give it to another&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335048"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335048"&gt;Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335048"&gt;and allow love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335048"&gt;for it is the only healing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335048"&gt;power we have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335048"&gt;so we can help&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335048"&gt;one another be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335048"&gt;Whole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335048"&gt;Unafraid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335048"&gt;Healed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335048"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335048"&gt;Connie Whiting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_16_131580435335048"&gt;&amp;nbsp;2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962055274893622341-5008743717831036707?l=soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5008743717831036707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/your-heart-so-broken-your-mind-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/5008743717831036707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/5008743717831036707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/your-heart-so-broken-your-mind-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Connie Whiting -conniewhiting.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842891902275995473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UlYlGOEs8Ak/SD1wp2EJwdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NGVli89z78s/S220/RV3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962055274893622341.post-2949227568143140309</id><published>2010-11-20T15:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T15:08:58.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Dance</title><content type='html'>Destiny comes calling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hang my head in shame&lt;br /&gt;I missed too many chances&lt;br /&gt;because I couldn't play the game&lt;br /&gt;years gone by&lt;br /&gt;I'm older now&lt;br /&gt;things that seemed so real&lt;br /&gt;before&lt;br /&gt;I know at last were&lt;br /&gt;just wisps of lies&lt;br /&gt;make believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of pretending&lt;br /&gt;to be not what I am&lt;br /&gt;weary of descending&lt;br /&gt;oh God&lt;br /&gt;here I go again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things I thought important&lt;br /&gt;faded like the sun&lt;br /&gt;as time goes on&lt;br /&gt;my life becomes&lt;br /&gt;like cold winter&lt;br /&gt;freezing out all life&lt;br /&gt;please someone&lt;br /&gt;tell me&lt;br /&gt;will I ever be warm&lt;br /&gt;again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;years ran through&lt;br /&gt;tumbling into history&lt;br /&gt;like water through&lt;br /&gt;my hands&lt;br /&gt;I listened to the music&lt;br /&gt;but I forgot to dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connie Whiting&lt;br /&gt;Copyright 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962055274893622341-2949227568143140309?l=soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2949227568143140309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/last-dance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/2949227568143140309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/2949227568143140309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/last-dance.html' title='Last Dance'/><author><name>Connie Whiting -conniewhiting.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842891902275995473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UlYlGOEs8Ak/SD1wp2EJwdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NGVli89z78s/S220/RV3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962055274893622341.post-2961901360225522405</id><published>2010-11-20T15:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T15:07:46.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallen Sparrow</title><content type='html'>Sadly sings the fallen sparrow&lt;br /&gt;trapped in a life he doesn't know&lt;br /&gt;chained forever to the ground&lt;br /&gt;with broken wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used to soar&lt;br /&gt;among the clouds&lt;br /&gt;His heart was the heart&lt;br /&gt;of an eagle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could touch God&lt;br /&gt;and sing a song for the angels&lt;br /&gt;flying high in the sky&lt;br /&gt;feel the sun upon his&lt;br /&gt;face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now he's just like me&lt;br /&gt;remembers being free&lt;br /&gt;now chained to a life that&lt;br /&gt;kills his soul&lt;br /&gt;a little each day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the worst way to die&lt;br /&gt;feeling all hope gone&lt;br /&gt;inside&lt;br /&gt;adjusting to this different life&lt;br /&gt;alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time can heal they say&lt;br /&gt;I suppose someday&lt;br /&gt;I'll know if that is true&lt;br /&gt;but for now&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the sparrow&lt;br /&gt;broken winged&lt;br /&gt;but still reaching for the sky&lt;br /&gt;never giving up&lt;br /&gt;We may fly yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connie Whiting&lt;br /&gt;Copyright June 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962055274893622341-2961901360225522405?l=soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2961901360225522405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/fallen-sparrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/2961901360225522405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/2961901360225522405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/fallen-sparrow.html' title='Fallen Sparrow'/><author><name>Connie Whiting -conniewhiting.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842891902275995473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UlYlGOEs8Ak/SD1wp2EJwdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NGVli89z78s/S220/RV3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962055274893622341.post-4874409939697686089</id><published>2010-11-04T18:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T18:30:22.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Tell Me!</title><content type='html'>Don't tell me what I can't do&lt;br /&gt;I prefer&lt;br /&gt;to aim for the impossibilities&lt;br /&gt;in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me what I can't see&lt;br /&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;sight involves the heart&lt;br /&gt;not just the eyes&lt;br /&gt;so many stumble&lt;br /&gt;walking blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me who I can't be&lt;br /&gt;I will overcome&lt;br /&gt;anything to find my path&lt;br /&gt;find the reason for my&lt;br /&gt;taking breaths&lt;br /&gt;and occupying space&lt;br /&gt;I will search until I know&lt;br /&gt;where I belong in this&lt;br /&gt;millions upon millions&lt;br /&gt;linked human race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see me as you want to&lt;br /&gt;you can stay where it is safe&lt;br /&gt;run around your secure&lt;br /&gt;little wheel&lt;br /&gt;in your rat race world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will fly&lt;br /&gt;I will be&lt;br /&gt;I will let life make&lt;br /&gt;what it will of me&lt;br /&gt;then&lt;br /&gt;use each tear,each pain&lt;br /&gt;to build my castle in the air&lt;br /&gt;I'll live there&lt;br /&gt;don't tell me it can't be&lt;br /&gt;done&lt;br /&gt;Impossible is not a word&lt;br /&gt;I hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connie Whiting&lt;br /&gt;Copyright 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962055274893622341-4874409939697686089?l=soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4874409939697686089/comments/default' 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breathe&lt;br /&gt;I'll live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because for now you might&lt;br /&gt;have my body&lt;br /&gt;might take precious time from me&lt;br /&gt;but you'll never have my soul&lt;br /&gt;my spirit&lt;br /&gt;my will to live&lt;br /&gt;I will make you see&lt;br /&gt;that you can't just&lt;br /&gt;jump out at me&lt;br /&gt;and cause my strength to flee&lt;br /&gt;can't put me on the run&lt;br /&gt;I'll fight you with all I have&lt;br /&gt;and cancer&lt;br /&gt;you might win a battle&lt;br /&gt;every now and then&lt;br /&gt;but when the war is over&lt;br /&gt;I'll win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Connie Whiting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962055274893622341-3311953532193397044?l=soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3311953532193397044/comments/default' title='Post 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/&gt;nurturing that&lt;br /&gt;which makes&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the sky&lt;br /&gt;I look down to&lt;br /&gt;see&lt;br /&gt;my past mistakes&lt;br /&gt;so small upon&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;blackened ground&lt;br /&gt;After a lifetime of&lt;br /&gt;condemning&lt;br /&gt;calling out to&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;they now utter&lt;br /&gt;not a sound&lt;br /&gt;As I spread my new&lt;br /&gt;found wings to soar&lt;br /&gt;the thought occurs&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they&lt;br /&gt;are silent now&lt;br /&gt;because I'm&lt;br /&gt;not listening&lt;br /&gt;anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connie Byrd (Whiting)&lt;br /&gt;Copyright@ 1996&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962055274893622341-5212771785671644241?l=soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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at a time&lt;br /&gt;that's how dreams are built&lt;br /&gt;upon gratitude, love&lt;br /&gt;and small blessings&lt;br /&gt;that slip by&lt;br /&gt;unnoticed until we open&lt;br /&gt;our hearts to give joy and&lt;br /&gt;share with those in need&lt;br /&gt;only then do we truly see&lt;br /&gt;that which we receive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connie Whiting&lt;br /&gt;copyright April 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962055274893622341-6217695398859647479?l=soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6217695398859647479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/blessings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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me down&lt;br /&gt;so many times I was down on the ground&lt;br /&gt;You said you loved me, but where was your hand&lt;br /&gt;did you reach out, no ,left me lost and alone&lt;br /&gt;But that's ok now, because I've found my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I struggled with demons that&lt;br /&gt;blamed me for the past&lt;br /&gt;I've cried me a river of tears for so long&lt;br /&gt;calling your name but seeing your back as you walked on&lt;br /&gt;but that's ok because I've found my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes I've found my way through the shadow of pain&lt;br /&gt;I've come to the rainbow after the rain&lt;br /&gt;I held my heart, when you didn't care&lt;br /&gt;couldn't be bothered ,so you left me there&lt;br /&gt;don't worry now, it's a new day&lt;br /&gt;and at last, I've found my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need you&lt;br /&gt;I don't need us&lt;br /&gt;I don't need your lies or the emotional&lt;br /&gt;decay of broken trust&lt;br /&gt;don't get that sad puppy look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You're more like the wolf ,it's all lies&lt;br /&gt;when you cry&lt;br /&gt;so walk on out that door again&lt;br /&gt;I don't care where you go or where you've been&lt;br /&gt;It's a new life for me, a new day&lt;br /&gt;I don't need you because&lt;br /&gt;I've found my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connie Whiting&lt;br /&gt;copyright 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962055274893622341-4589885592352321820?l=soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4589885592352321820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/ive-found-my-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;I want to close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;so I can see the life I need&lt;br /&gt;take shape before me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to speak up now&lt;br /&gt;say the words I feel&lt;br /&gt;I want to show you&lt;br /&gt;who I really am&lt;br /&gt;will you still be there&lt;br /&gt;if I do&lt;br /&gt;are you really a true friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hide behind&lt;br /&gt;this shining screen&lt;br /&gt;showing you a glimpse&lt;br /&gt;of me&lt;br /&gt;I make you smile&lt;br /&gt;and I hope somehow&lt;br /&gt;I've shown you how&lt;br /&gt;to dream again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you could see&lt;br /&gt;past the words I type&lt;br /&gt;If you could be here by my side&lt;br /&gt;would you look at me&lt;br /&gt;with disgust in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;because I&lt;br /&gt;have secrets&lt;br /&gt;so many secrets&lt;br /&gt;Things I'm afraid to say&lt;br /&gt;afraid you'll go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and memories&lt;br /&gt;from so long ago&lt;br /&gt;back when I was a child&lt;br /&gt;of things that a child should never know&lt;br /&gt;so I eat&lt;br /&gt;into an early grave&lt;br /&gt;because I don't have to feel that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easier to chew&lt;br /&gt;then tell the truth to you&lt;br /&gt;food can block the pain&lt;br /&gt;keep the tears away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and men you see my face&lt;br /&gt;on facebook and myspace&lt;br /&gt;you ask me out&lt;br /&gt;say I am so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;but you don't know the size of me&lt;br /&gt;and you don't know how much&lt;br /&gt;I hide me&lt;br /&gt;because love meant fists and lies&lt;br /&gt;abuse of body, soul and mind&lt;br /&gt;so I hide&lt;br /&gt;myself away&lt;br /&gt;wish I could believe&lt;br /&gt;the words that people say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet sweet words&lt;br /&gt;fall from their lips&lt;br /&gt;beautiful, an inspiration&lt;br /&gt;so intelligent&lt;br /&gt;no that can't be me&lt;br /&gt;The ghosts whisper&lt;br /&gt;you're dumb and fat and ugly&lt;br /&gt;with your secrets buried deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so I ask&lt;br /&gt;If I find courage&lt;br /&gt;to speak up at last&lt;br /&gt;to tell you of the past&lt;br /&gt;to show you all of me&lt;br /&gt;to finally let&lt;br /&gt;my spirit bleed&lt;br /&gt;and cry&lt;br /&gt;will your friendship die&lt;br /&gt;will you care&lt;br /&gt;no matter what my size&lt;br /&gt;so I can heal&lt;br /&gt;quit stuffing for the pain&lt;br /&gt;to become at last&lt;br /&gt;that person that God made&lt;br /&gt;or should I keep on hiding&lt;br /&gt;behind all my secrets&lt;br /&gt;safe yet so afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connie Whiting&lt;br /&gt;Copyright October 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="wallkit_actionset" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 3px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962055274893622341-6533662452564702280?l=soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6533662452564702280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/secrets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/6533662452564702280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/6533662452564702280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/secrets.html' title='Secrets'/><author><name>Connie Whiting -conniewhiting.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842891902275995473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UlYlGOEs8Ak/SD1wp2EJwdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NGVli89z78s/S220/RV3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962055274893622341.post-5743794229078420777</id><published>2010-07-13T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T08:40:27.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;On a distant shore I see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;happily smiling in the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;the pain of a past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;long forgotten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;since our Lord took&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace lines your face&lt;br /&gt;where once worry was&lt;br /&gt;you glow with a radiant beauty&lt;br /&gt;beyond the beauty had on Earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen that sparkle&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes when here&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen you so healthy&lt;br /&gt;and gone is all your fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know to some&lt;br /&gt;what I see within this dream&lt;br /&gt;is only that a dream&lt;br /&gt;but when you miss your loved one&lt;br /&gt;a dream means everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I for one believe&lt;br /&gt;that it is a message&lt;br /&gt;to we that are left behind&lt;br /&gt;that death is not final&lt;br /&gt;and an end will come&lt;br /&gt;to the bitter tears we cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someday we will&lt;br /&gt;walk that shore&lt;br /&gt;under billowing clouds&lt;br /&gt;and every person&lt;br /&gt;we've loved and lost&lt;br /&gt;will gather all around&lt;br /&gt;to welcome us&lt;br /&gt;from this life&lt;br /&gt;to the next&lt;br /&gt;like those that&lt;br /&gt;have journeyed on before&lt;br /&gt;we will find peace and rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Connie Whiting&lt;br /&gt;July 13, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962055274893622341-5743794229078420777?l=soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5743794229078420777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/5743794229078420777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/5743794229078420777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>Connie Whiting -conniewhiting.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842891902275995473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UlYlGOEs8Ak/SD1wp2EJwdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NGVli89z78s/S220/RV3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962055274893622341.post-4805310745022380226</id><published>2010-07-13T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T08:35:48.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;you've shown me things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I never wanted to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You have taken me places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I never thought I'd be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you have taken from me&lt;br /&gt;things and people&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd always need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Life&lt;br /&gt;Through those things&lt;br /&gt;you have taught me&lt;br /&gt;the value&lt;br /&gt;of finding joy in the smallest of things&lt;br /&gt;of taking in a breath&lt;br /&gt;away from the man&lt;br /&gt;that beat me with his fists&lt;br /&gt;and the joy of holding my newborn baby&lt;br /&gt;after losing the ones&lt;br /&gt;that left before life on this earth began&lt;br /&gt;and life&lt;br /&gt;after all the pain you've brought me through&lt;br /&gt;you used it to show me&lt;br /&gt;all the pain that others know too&lt;br /&gt;because in each experience&lt;br /&gt;of abuse&lt;br /&gt;of loss&lt;br /&gt;of lonely&lt;br /&gt;you opened my eyes to see&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't the only one&lt;br /&gt;there were millions of others just like me&lt;br /&gt;who like I&lt;br /&gt;cried in the dark alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So life thank you&lt;br /&gt;for not giving me an easy way&lt;br /&gt;thank you for shattering my heart&lt;br /&gt;into so many pieces&lt;br /&gt;because when all you have&lt;br /&gt;are millions of slivers left&lt;br /&gt;it's easier to give away part of your heart&lt;br /&gt;to those that haven't learned to love yet&lt;br /&gt;For that's another thing&lt;br /&gt;life and God have shown me&lt;br /&gt;the only way to heal&lt;br /&gt;from others whose angry "love"&lt;br /&gt;spiraled you into pain&lt;br /&gt;is to never stop loving others in&lt;br /&gt;spite of that&lt;br /&gt;and just give your broken heart away&lt;br /&gt;then as each splintered heart&lt;br /&gt;heals another in turn&lt;br /&gt;they become whole&lt;br /&gt;and filled with hope again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So life&lt;br /&gt;thank you for the times&lt;br /&gt;that maybe were not so nice&lt;br /&gt;for they taught me strength&lt;br /&gt;and how to love another&lt;br /&gt;through their pain&lt;br /&gt;because love is really&lt;br /&gt;the only thing that matters in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connie Whiting&lt;br /&gt;2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962055274893622341-4805310745022380226?l=soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4805310745022380226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/4805310745022380226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/4805310745022380226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Connie Whiting -conniewhiting.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842891902275995473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UlYlGOEs8Ak/SD1wp2EJwdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NGVli89z78s/S220/RV3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962055274893622341.post-7667457354695899597</id><published>2010-06-11T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T14:09:11.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Legs Teacher</title><content type='html'>(based on a true experience)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord I saw a man today&lt;br /&gt;who put my heart to shame&lt;br /&gt;here I am complaining&lt;br /&gt;how I hurt&lt;br /&gt;moaning on about my fate&lt;br /&gt;when he wheeled on by&lt;br /&gt;a smile on his face&lt;br /&gt;No,not in a wheelchair Lord&lt;br /&gt;He rode on a dirty wooden slat&lt;br /&gt;that moved steadily through the crowd&lt;br /&gt;on shaky rusty wheels&lt;br /&gt;His callused hands and knuckles&lt;br /&gt;pushing him ahead&lt;br /&gt;since he had no legs&lt;br /&gt;In this state&lt;br /&gt;and in his tattered clothes&lt;br /&gt;you'd think he would have been filled&lt;br /&gt;inside with sadness,pain and dread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no he smiled and shouted up&lt;br /&gt;hello to all that rushed on by&lt;br /&gt;even though they never returned&lt;br /&gt;the words he didn't seem to mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't close enough to speak&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure I even could&lt;br /&gt;so touched I was&lt;br /&gt;to see him&lt;br /&gt;cheerfully wheeling&lt;br /&gt;along the crowded walk&lt;br /&gt;My throat burned with tears&lt;br /&gt;I know I couldn't talk&lt;br /&gt;enough to let him know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that in those swiftly passing moments&lt;br /&gt;when he was in my world&lt;br /&gt;he taught me the meaning of grace&lt;br /&gt;and accepting the burdens one carries&lt;br /&gt;as a gift that helps you grow&lt;br /&gt;and you can still be kind&lt;br /&gt;and happy&lt;br /&gt;offer what you have&lt;br /&gt;even if it's just a smile&lt;br /&gt;and a testament&lt;br /&gt;to courage and living joyously&lt;br /&gt;when your body has become a prison&lt;br /&gt;you can show others that you spirit&lt;br /&gt;still soars free&lt;br /&gt;and life is what we make it&lt;br /&gt;if only we continue to live it&lt;br /&gt;do what we can and try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Connie Whiting&lt;br /&gt;Copyright 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962055274893622341-7667457354695899597?l=soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7667457354695899597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-legs-teacher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/7667457354695899597'/><link 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class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Mom, I hope you can hear me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;out there where you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I hope that you can see me from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;out there in the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I know you are with God now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I know you are at peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;but mom sometimes I still cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;wishing you did not have to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; I remember all the times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;you blessed me with a smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;all the times you wiped away my tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;encouraged me to go an extra mile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;No matter what others ever thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;or did or said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You were always there for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;with a place to rest a broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and a weary head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I never knew when I was young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;just how much you sacrificed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;how many dreams of your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;you gave up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;to see that I reached mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I wish  that you were here again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;so I could tell you one more time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Mom I love you very much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Of all the mothers in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'm so glad that you were mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;As I sit and sift through memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;after memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I can hear a whisper in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and your voice upon  the breeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Child I am Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and I miss you too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;but there is so much yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;in your world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;that you still need to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Try not to be so sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Time will fast march on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and I with God will someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;welcome you home within our arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Until then know I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;until then know I still believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;in any dream you have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and in whatever you want to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I know you feel I'm gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;but I watch  over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;you are still my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and our time together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;is not really through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The only thing  I ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;while you are still on earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;just pass on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;that love I gave you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;for love gives life its worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So mom I know you hear me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and I have heard you too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I promise I'll live the the best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;life I can until&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I am again with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and I hope beyond those clouds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;where the angels sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;that on this Mother's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;you feel the love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;this message brings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;from your  forever child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;who will always cherish you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Copyright 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Connie Whiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962055274893622341-3558327535884092063?l=soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3558327535884092063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day-to-moms-in-heaven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Do you know who you are &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where you came from &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you know why you are here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you see yourself as a member of a certain race &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A certain social group &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you answered yes you are right &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But deeper then that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are answers so simple &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so true and honest and real &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet we never see them &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look beyond yourself &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and your own small corner &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look into the world &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A world of strangers &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet are they really? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch the children &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch them before they &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are taught to see the differences &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in people &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watch them when they still hold close to the similarities &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of laughing ,of crying,of playing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;actions only come in one language you know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we all pursue the same thing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no matter our place of birth &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or our social standing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happiness &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We dream &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hope &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hurt &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We Strive &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are all more the same then we are different &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and children see this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;before the tragedy of being taught to separate &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;overcomes them &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are all one &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A human race &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of brothers and sisters &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;waiting for peace to come &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even as we hand out hate and suspicion &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at the same time about trivial things &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like skin color and religion &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't it time to answer when asked &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who are you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a member of the human race &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and a link in creating a world of peace &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Connie Whiting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Copyright 2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962055274893622341-220918343374107007?l=soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/feeds/220918343374107007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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severe pain their actions cause. So please be aware it can trigger.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death of The Beast&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In The darkness of forever&lt;br /&gt;I hide in shame&lt;br /&gt;the beast is close behind me!&lt;br /&gt;I weary of the game&lt;br /&gt;it plays&lt;br /&gt;dangling memories&lt;br /&gt;before my&lt;br /&gt;troubled mind&lt;br /&gt;it creeps&lt;br /&gt;closer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hide..&lt;br /&gt;in plain sight&lt;br /&gt;of people&lt;br /&gt;all around.&lt;br /&gt;can't they see&lt;br /&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;beast again&lt;br /&gt;is hunting me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No More!&lt;br /&gt;The hunt will end&lt;br /&gt;here and now&lt;br /&gt;My heart&lt;br /&gt;without courage&lt;br /&gt;still shakes&lt;br /&gt;But the beast&lt;br /&gt;is there before me&lt;br /&gt;One of&lt;br /&gt;us must die&lt;br /&gt;for death is better&lt;br /&gt;then this&lt;br /&gt;paranoia&lt;br /&gt;pretending&lt;br /&gt;to be&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so with&lt;br /&gt;all I am&lt;br /&gt;I raise my eyes&lt;br /&gt;at last&lt;br /&gt;to stare upon it's&lt;br /&gt;face&lt;br /&gt;and the eyes that&lt;br /&gt;stare back at me&lt;br /&gt;bring me&lt;br /&gt;to my knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sword&lt;br /&gt;of bitterness&lt;br /&gt;and hate&lt;br /&gt;lies useless on the floor&lt;br /&gt;For with this beast I'm&lt;br /&gt;looking at&lt;br /&gt;I won't need it&lt;br /&gt;anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I thought a&lt;br /&gt;evil monster&lt;br /&gt;would be&lt;br /&gt;waiting to&lt;br /&gt;consume me&lt;br /&gt;instead&lt;br /&gt;a little girl&lt;br /&gt;stands uncertainly&lt;br /&gt;her sadness&lt;br /&gt;moving&lt;br /&gt;through me&lt;br /&gt;such familiar&lt;br /&gt;pain it is&lt;br /&gt;I've felt it all along&lt;br /&gt;and foolishly&lt;br /&gt;became what I thought&lt;br /&gt;was strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trembling lips&lt;br /&gt;began to speak&lt;br /&gt;unheard&lt;br /&gt;words&lt;br /&gt;from this&lt;br /&gt;angushed child&lt;br /&gt;a whisper&lt;br /&gt;from my past&lt;br /&gt;in wrenching&lt;br /&gt;sobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why did you&lt;br /&gt;run from me?&lt;br /&gt;I needed you so bad&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard&lt;br /&gt;to find you&lt;br /&gt;you left me all alone&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the beast you&lt;br /&gt;thought I was&lt;br /&gt;I only wanted&lt;br /&gt;to come home&lt;br /&gt;Th real beast&lt;br /&gt;held me down&lt;br /&gt;and hurt me&lt;br /&gt;and you left me there&lt;br /&gt;to face the blame alone!&lt;br /&gt;I'm only 3 years old&lt;br /&gt;and I just wanted&lt;br /&gt;to come home&lt;br /&gt;you grew up&lt;br /&gt;and left me there&lt;br /&gt;but I don't want to stay&lt;br /&gt;please now take me with you&lt;br /&gt;let me be a part of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All along ,&lt;br /&gt;you thought you were the strong one!&lt;br /&gt;but you ran!&lt;br /&gt;I'm the strong one because&lt;br /&gt;I lived through it&lt;br /&gt;and I waited until&lt;br /&gt;you remembered me&lt;br /&gt;enough so I could follow you&lt;br /&gt;but you were too afraid to see&lt;br /&gt;too full of guilt&lt;br /&gt;please......please...&lt;br /&gt;look at me now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again&lt;br /&gt;her words are pleading&lt;br /&gt;tearing at my soul&lt;br /&gt;making me recall&lt;br /&gt;what I've always known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not a beast&lt;br /&gt;I'm you&lt;br /&gt;and I'v just wanted&lt;br /&gt;to come home&lt;br /&gt;please don't leave&lt;br /&gt;me in the dark again&lt;br /&gt;with the memories&lt;br /&gt;all alone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly I see&lt;br /&gt;the things that she does&lt;br /&gt;the things that&lt;br /&gt;were done&lt;br /&gt;by that beast to us!&lt;br /&gt;and the pain turns to anger&lt;br /&gt;white within my heart&lt;br /&gt;but before I can say a word&lt;br /&gt;she slowly sadly shakes her head&lt;br /&gt;"Don't you understand yet ?&lt;br /&gt;just take me with you and then&lt;br /&gt;the beast is dead !&lt;br /&gt;don't waste time&lt;br /&gt;on anger , pain or fear&lt;br /&gt;lets just leave it back there&lt;br /&gt;in that awful scary year"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then that little me&lt;br /&gt;she reaches for my hand&lt;br /&gt;and touches my fingers&lt;br /&gt;to her tears&lt;br /&gt;in so small a whisper&lt;br /&gt;the sound loving to my ears&lt;br /&gt;again repeats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"just take me with you&lt;br /&gt;then the beast is dead"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ice melts from&lt;br /&gt;my warming heart&lt;br /&gt;and flows in streams&lt;br /&gt;from my crying eyes&lt;br /&gt;I pull my child&lt;br /&gt;my me&lt;br /&gt;so close and hug her&lt;br /&gt;drawing her back inside&lt;br /&gt;"Come my little child&lt;br /&gt;we can be together now&lt;br /&gt;because I see&lt;br /&gt;its as you've said&lt;br /&gt;The beast has finally died"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962055274893622341-7242241977001833871?l=soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7242241977001833871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/death-of-beast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/7242241977001833871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/7242241977001833871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/death-of-beast.html' title='Death of the Beast'/><author><name>Connie Whiting 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think&lt;br /&gt;I'm beautiful&lt;br /&gt;I'm caring and I'm warm&lt;br /&gt;I am loved&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do your best&lt;br /&gt;shoot your arrows of hate&lt;br /&gt;I don't care&lt;br /&gt;I'm not there&lt;br /&gt;in that space anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is mending&lt;br /&gt;my tears will dry&lt;br /&gt;I'll not cry &lt;br /&gt;wasted tears anymore over you and what&lt;br /&gt;you think of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because here I stand&lt;br /&gt;I am free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962055274893622341-7747030979524149886?l=soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7747030979524149886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UlYlGOEs8Ak/SD1wp2EJwdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NGVli89z78s/S220/RV3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962055274893622341.post-8751608138374695038</id><published>2010-03-29T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T13:05:45.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Dog</title><content type='html'>So you are back&lt;br /&gt;black dog&lt;br /&gt;eyes glaring&lt;br /&gt;teeth bared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you&lt;br /&gt;corner me again&lt;br /&gt;too much of &lt;br /&gt;my life&lt;br /&gt;you have kept&lt;br /&gt;from me&lt;br /&gt;with your&lt;br /&gt;snarling&lt;br /&gt;lunges&lt;br /&gt;at my self esteem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black dog&lt;br /&gt;bark all you want&lt;br /&gt;I don't care&lt;br /&gt;how long&lt;br /&gt;you stand there&lt;br /&gt;and challange&lt;br /&gt;my success&lt;br /&gt;you can't have me&lt;br /&gt;anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black dog&lt;br /&gt;of depression&lt;br /&gt;I am not your&lt;br /&gt;slave&lt;br /&gt;No longer&lt;br /&gt;will I obey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will look you in the face&lt;br /&gt;and be unafraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I at last&lt;br /&gt;am mine&lt;br /&gt;no more days&lt;br /&gt;of anguished darkness&lt;br /&gt;so black dog&lt;br /&gt;better run&lt;br /&gt;because &lt;br /&gt;its your turn now&lt;br /&gt;to be afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connie Whiting&lt;br /&gt;Copyright 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962055274893622341-8751608138374695038?l=soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8751608138374695038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/black-dog.html#comment-form' 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type='text'>Power!</title><content type='html'>Well look at you&lt;br /&gt;Just standing there&lt;br /&gt;smirking&lt;br /&gt;in your fine clothes&lt;br /&gt;your fancy little hats you wear&lt;br /&gt;Look at you&lt;br /&gt;puffing up with arrogance&lt;br /&gt;staring me down with &lt;br /&gt;that smile&lt;br /&gt;that never reached your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pity you&lt;br /&gt;poor thing&lt;br /&gt;you don't know I'm different now&lt;br /&gt;Your arrogance&lt;br /&gt;once so intimidating&lt;br /&gt;to me&lt;br /&gt;now just paints you&lt;br /&gt;in a fools coat&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes&lt;br /&gt;once able to chill my heart&lt;br /&gt;into submission&lt;br /&gt;of the destructive kind&lt;br /&gt;now just remind me&lt;br /&gt;of a vacant stare&lt;br /&gt;nothing behind&lt;br /&gt;no depth of head or &lt;br /&gt;heart or soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I pity you&lt;br /&gt;your power slips &lt;br /&gt;away from me&lt;br /&gt;like melted ice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the power now&lt;br /&gt;over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stand and smirk&lt;br /&gt;and be the fool&lt;br /&gt;you do it so well&lt;br /&gt;I have better things to do&lt;br /&gt;like create my world&lt;br /&gt;free of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connie Whiting&lt;br /&gt;Copyright 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962055274893622341-2654184261264272910?l=soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2654184261264272910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/power.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/2654184261264272910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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fell like Alice &lt;br /&gt;through the looking glass&lt;br /&gt;into a world&lt;br /&gt;where love was strange&lt;br /&gt;and she hadn't learned yet&lt;br /&gt;of give and take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these years&lt;br /&gt;I've wandered&lt;br /&gt;without a part of my soul&lt;br /&gt;Living life in places I never&lt;br /&gt;meant to go&lt;br /&gt;Missing how you hugged me&lt;br /&gt;oh and that sweet sweet kiss&lt;br /&gt;Now there you are&lt;br /&gt;again&lt;br /&gt;Now I remember bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrinkles line our faces&lt;br /&gt;regrets hide behind the smiles&lt;br /&gt;yet life became what it needed to&lt;br /&gt;and happy&lt;br /&gt;for both of us across the years and miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time for us is gone now&lt;br /&gt;but you'll always be my friend&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep it my hearts secret&lt;br /&gt;that I'll always love you &lt;br /&gt;past this worlds end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still it's so good to see you&lt;br /&gt;and know you are all right&lt;br /&gt;Now I won't have to wonder&lt;br /&gt;if you're safe or&lt;br /&gt;wish on stars at night&lt;br /&gt;to go back to those days&lt;br /&gt;when life was you&lt;br /&gt;and a first love wonderland&lt;br /&gt;was new through the looking glass&lt;br /&gt;of youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connie Whiting&lt;br /&gt;Copyright 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962055274893622341-3847183813069472207?l=soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3847183813069472207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/looking-glass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/3847183813069472207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/3847183813069472207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/looking-glass.html' title='Looking Glass'/><author><name>Connie Whiting -conniewhiting.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842891902275995473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UlYlGOEs8Ak/SD1wp2EJwdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NGVli89z78s/S220/RV3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962055274893622341.post-190427382202274754</id><published>2010-03-24T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T05:38:48.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Fantasy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 16px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;Turn away&lt;br /&gt;Don't look at me like that&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a fantasy&lt;br /&gt;I'm just someone to move your mind&lt;br /&gt;beyond the walls you hide behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not your fault&lt;br /&gt;It's just that I can't bear&lt;br /&gt;That I'm not real enough&lt;br /&gt;for you to care&lt;br /&gt;It's ok&lt;br /&gt;Just look the other way&lt;br /&gt;before I get lost again&lt;br /&gt;thinking you are a forever friend&lt;br /&gt;when an illusion is all I ever am&lt;br /&gt;a warmth to lose yourself&lt;br /&gt;someone to sit upon a shelf&lt;br /&gt;when the cold comes rushing in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit , a waiting illusion&lt;br /&gt;paying for my intrusion&lt;br /&gt;into a world I don't belong&lt;br /&gt;and never will&lt;br /&gt;just keep me on the fringe&lt;br /&gt;of a life I cannot live&lt;br /&gt;Don't look at me&lt;br /&gt;I'll just fade away&lt;br /&gt;into the corners of existence&lt;br /&gt;until you call again&lt;br /&gt;for the painted little puppet&lt;br /&gt;that thought she was a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try not to let tears fall&lt;br /&gt;or I'll catch them with my hand&lt;br /&gt;throw them to the darkness&lt;br /&gt;out upon the wind&lt;br /&gt;Fantasies don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Fantasies don't live&lt;br /&gt;This one bows down and knows&lt;br /&gt;at last&lt;br /&gt;That is all I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connie Whiting&lt;br /&gt;copyright June 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962055274893622341-190427382202274754?l=soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/feeds/190427382202274754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/broken-fantasy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/190427382202274754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/190427382202274754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/broken-fantasy.html' title='Broken Fantasy'/><author><name>Connie Whiting -conniewhiting.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842891902275995473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UlYlGOEs8Ak/SD1wp2EJwdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NGVli89z78s/S220/RV3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962055274893622341.post-4890973946093788642</id><published>2010-03-24T05:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T05:27:31.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(38, 38, 38); line-height: 16px; "&gt;You want to be an angel&lt;br /&gt;spread wounded wings and fly away&lt;br /&gt;You can't stand seeing life on&lt;br /&gt;earth another day&lt;br /&gt;Everything hurts&lt;br /&gt;in and out of you&lt;br /&gt;your heart has gone way&lt;br /&gt;past the point of just&lt;br /&gt;merely breaking in two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody walks on by&lt;br /&gt;Got no time to talk&lt;br /&gt;you're losing pieces of yourself&lt;br /&gt;but they hurry up their walk&lt;br /&gt;Please just know&lt;br /&gt;it's not that they don't care&lt;br /&gt;It's just if they slow down enough&lt;br /&gt;they'll see their own troubles waiting there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even God it seems has left&lt;br /&gt;you all alone&lt;br /&gt;No place feels real&lt;br /&gt;It's like you have no home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone keeps coming&lt;br /&gt;holding out their hand&lt;br /&gt;But it seems they only do it&lt;br /&gt;so they can take what they can&lt;br /&gt;don't they know you're empty&lt;br /&gt;don't they know you're sad&lt;br /&gt;no because in their own pain&lt;br /&gt;all they see is the you&lt;br /&gt;they knew in the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you have no more to give&lt;br /&gt;too weary to take another step&lt;br /&gt;Come my friend&lt;br /&gt;I'll carry you&lt;br /&gt;I will let you rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just pick up the phone&lt;br /&gt;or send me a note&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there before your&lt;br /&gt;tears can reach the ground&lt;br /&gt;because I see the you&lt;br /&gt;that you are meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Underneath those wounded wings&lt;br /&gt;I see the real you just beneath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give on you&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up on God&lt;br /&gt;There is truth in the words&lt;br /&gt;It's darkest before the dawn&lt;br /&gt;after the rain ,the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;hey you just never know&lt;br /&gt;today just might be the day&lt;br /&gt;it turns around&lt;br /&gt;but only if you hold your head high&lt;br /&gt;stop staring at the ground ,giving up&lt;br /&gt;Carry yourself tall and proud&lt;br /&gt;because even if you don't see it right now&lt;br /&gt;you are loved by a God who keeps his vow&lt;br /&gt;and you are loved by me&lt;br /&gt;and by many you have yet to meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so don't fly yet&lt;br /&gt;away from us&lt;br /&gt;don't be an angel too soon&lt;br /&gt;you're still a flower&lt;br /&gt;and I can see that you're about to bloom&lt;br /&gt;from anguish and mediocrity&lt;br /&gt;into a beautiful you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connie Whiting&lt;br /&gt;Copyright 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962055274893622341-4890973946093788642?l=soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4890973946093788642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/beautiful-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/4890973946093788642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/4890973946093788642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/beautiful-you.html' title='Beautiful You'/><author><name>Connie Whiting -conniewhiting.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842891902275995473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UlYlGOEs8Ak/SD1wp2EJwdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NGVli89z78s/S220/RV3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962055274893622341.post-1650766452410786012</id><published>2010-03-24T05:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T17:32:44.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #262626; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;(Written during my mom's final days )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #262626; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #262626; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #262626; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;In the sorrows of my heart,I know you&lt;br /&gt;In the shadow of my pain I see your face&lt;br /&gt;In the horrors of a life that gets too hard to live&lt;br /&gt;I see the dreams you had fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to so much give you&lt;br /&gt;all I can&lt;br /&gt;all I am&lt;br /&gt;and oh God how I wish it were enough&lt;br /&gt;I want to wrap you close in a cloak of love&lt;br /&gt;and keep you safe from yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see your tears fall like wounded stars&lt;br /&gt;that drop from the sky at night&lt;br /&gt;they come slowly down cheeks familiar&lt;br /&gt;a heartbreaking sad sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear your ragged cries of pain&lt;br /&gt;the anguished way you plead&lt;br /&gt;until a plea of my own escapes dry lips&lt;br /&gt;and is freed&lt;br /&gt;Oh God oh God just save her&lt;br /&gt;and instead forsake me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time goes too fast when good byes loom close&lt;br /&gt;and too slow when a heart breaks and the music&lt;br /&gt;of life ebbs away note by empty note&lt;br /&gt;How can I watch you slip away&lt;br /&gt;like a mist through the fingers I clench&lt;br /&gt;Hope disolves in to dust and I wonder&lt;br /&gt;will this be the last time my lips to&lt;br /&gt;your cheek I press&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could give you&lt;br /&gt;some small peace&lt;br /&gt;you don't deserve to leave the world this way&lt;br /&gt;frightened and hurting and feeling betrayed&lt;br /&gt;by a life you don't want to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God please tell me&lt;br /&gt;How can I help her&lt;br /&gt;face a journey that ends&lt;br /&gt;right in the steps that she took full of hope&lt;br /&gt;thinking she was right where&lt;br /&gt;her journey would begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I help her go home&lt;br /&gt;not to the one she has known&lt;br /&gt;How can I cry her tears for her&lt;br /&gt;how can I smooth the skin&lt;br /&gt;etched in pain&lt;br /&gt;and bring back the smile&lt;br /&gt;and the light in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;how can I help her live&lt;br /&gt;while she waits in fear&lt;br /&gt;to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is give her me&lt;br /&gt;hold her hand, wipe her face with a cool cloth&lt;br /&gt;It's not enough&lt;br /&gt;Oh God please comfort her&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;to keep her safe&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to&lt;br /&gt;send her home&lt;br /&gt;I only know how to give her love&lt;br /&gt;It's not enough&lt;br /&gt;to stop her pain&lt;br /&gt;Oh God I plead&lt;br /&gt;stop her suffering&lt;br /&gt;make her whole again&lt;br /&gt;and instead&lt;br /&gt;take me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connie Whiting&lt;br /&gt;Copyright 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962055274893622341-1650766452410786012?l=soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1650766452410786012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/take-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/1650766452410786012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/1650766452410786012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/take-me.html' title='Take Me'/><author><name>Connie Whiting -conniewhiting.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842891902275995473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UlYlGOEs8Ak/SD1wp2EJwdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NGVli89z78s/S220/RV3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962055274893622341.post-2647777135550327075</id><published>2010-01-07T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T23:57:17.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Look all around you&lt;div&gt;walking wounded&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life's tragedies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people destroyed inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even if you don't see &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;them bleed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many  finger pointing people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saying if only they would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do this or another thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but truth be told&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the only lessons we all need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is how to love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;those that seem unlovable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is how to help&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;those that seem beyond repair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time stands still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for no one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and hope sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gets lost in the race to win&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and broken hearts stay shattered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unable to find a way to mend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People tell them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only you'd learn not to trust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but when one is lost inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's the very time that they must&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we call certain ones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the poor, the addicted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the losers, the bums&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a tragedy in life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and judge them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by lessons they &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;must not have learned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the lessons we all need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is how to humble ourselves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;therefore but by the grace of God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;go I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we need to learn to love the unlovable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and reach out to those suffering thus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because the main lesson and commandment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God gave all of his children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no matter what faith or religion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is to go among your brothers and sisters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all of them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Connie Whiting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Copyright 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962055274893622341-2647777135550327075?l=soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2647777135550327075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/gods-lesson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/2647777135550327075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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flowers&lt;br /&gt; a sky without a sun&lt;br /&gt; when emotions lie flat&lt;br /&gt; dead&lt;br /&gt; unspoken&lt;br /&gt; or worse when words fill up&lt;br /&gt; with untruths and hate&lt;br /&gt; they rise like balloons&lt;br /&gt; until they fall deflated&lt;br /&gt; and defeated across&lt;br /&gt; dark shadows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For many words&lt;br /&gt; are knives&lt;br /&gt; honed to a steely point&lt;br /&gt; to wound a soul&lt;br /&gt; to cause even those&lt;br /&gt; we love to bleed&lt;br /&gt; sad&lt;br /&gt; heartbreaking waste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Instead&lt;br /&gt; words need polished&lt;br /&gt; and practiced&lt;br /&gt; and pampered&lt;br /&gt; filled with hope&lt;br /&gt; love&lt;br /&gt; caring&lt;br /&gt; until they are&lt;br /&gt; released&lt;br /&gt; and float&lt;br /&gt; a bubble of peace&lt;br /&gt; to those that hear&lt;br /&gt; that is how&lt;br /&gt; words will heal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; speak now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Connie Whiting&lt;br /&gt; Copyright 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962055274893622341-3973353755630866404?l=soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3973353755630866404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/3973353755630866404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/3973353755630866404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/words.html' title='Words'/><author><name>Connie Whiting 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/&gt;show it in the life you live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are always watching&lt;br /&gt;like the little children at play&lt;br /&gt;they see if your heart is pure&lt;br /&gt;by watching what you do each day&lt;br /&gt;My heart can tell if you're real&lt;br /&gt;and if your God's real too&lt;br /&gt;just by seeing with my own heart&lt;br /&gt;if how you live is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it doesn't matter what&lt;br /&gt;you call him&lt;br /&gt;or in which way you pray&lt;br /&gt;If you ignore all&lt;br /&gt;the suffering that goes on&lt;br /&gt;in our world today&lt;br /&gt;because we're all the children&lt;br /&gt;of a greater being&lt;br /&gt;and every secret thing we do&lt;br /&gt;You can bet that he has seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows if your neighbor is starving&lt;br /&gt;while your food a plenty wastes&lt;br /&gt;He knows if you truly truly love&lt;br /&gt;your family the human race&lt;br /&gt;And I put my faith in the God&lt;br /&gt;of a man that extends his hand&lt;br /&gt;to the helpless and in need&lt;br /&gt;not to the one that shouts&lt;br /&gt;condemnation and passes&lt;br /&gt;the plate with greed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you want to share your faith&lt;br /&gt;and witness unto me&lt;br /&gt;show me  by the way you share&lt;br /&gt;That is when I'll see&lt;br /&gt;That God is good and you know him&lt;br /&gt;and he really knows you too&lt;br /&gt;That is where I'll want to be&lt;br /&gt;with you worshiping&lt;br /&gt;because real love brings real peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connie Whiting&lt;br /&gt;Copyright 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962055274893622341-5850422117228101898?l=soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5850422117228101898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UlYlGOEs8Ak/SD1wp2EJwdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NGVli89z78s/S220/RV3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962055274893622341.post-1491133796006227610</id><published>2009-07-17T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T19:35:38.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Struggles</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A heart can only break so much&lt;br /&gt;   before  love  seems  to run out&lt;br /&gt;   Trust can only be broken once&lt;br /&gt;   before one is  filled with doubt&lt;br /&gt;   New beginnings crumble&lt;br /&gt;   like the dust on a country road&lt;br /&gt;   when too many promises end&lt;br /&gt;   with someone still alone&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   Used to be I believed&lt;br /&gt;   anything could heal&lt;br /&gt;   Hope was a magic thing&lt;br /&gt;   that I used to feel&lt;br /&gt;   Now ,I don't know&lt;br /&gt;   the tears in my eyes grow&lt;br /&gt;   run down my face&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   I turn away&lt;br /&gt;   so that people don't see&lt;br /&gt;   what's become of me&lt;br /&gt;   since I gave you my heart&lt;br /&gt;   and trusted the lies you told me&lt;br /&gt;   about brand new starts&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   Still I'm not giving up&lt;br /&gt;   it's just not my way&lt;br /&gt;   It meant something to me&lt;br /&gt;   when I vowed to stay&lt;br /&gt;   to work on our love&lt;br /&gt;   build our dreams&lt;br /&gt;   and I'll keep trying&lt;br /&gt;   even though it seems&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   That I'm nothing to you&lt;br /&gt;   But a whisper of  the past&lt;br /&gt;   a haunted love&lt;br /&gt;   that will never last&lt;br /&gt;   You say you care&lt;br /&gt;   I hope you do&lt;br /&gt;   because I'm not giving up&lt;br /&gt;   on us&lt;br /&gt;   on you&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   Somewhere in there&lt;br /&gt;   behind the empty stare&lt;br /&gt;   is the person I knew&lt;br /&gt;   before we got here&lt;br /&gt;   that made me so safe&lt;br /&gt;   filled me with peace&lt;br /&gt;   the person who loved&lt;br /&gt;   and needed me&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   I won't give up the search&lt;br /&gt;   to find you again&lt;br /&gt;   The days get long&lt;br /&gt;   but you knever know when&lt;br /&gt;   We'll rediscover sparks&lt;br /&gt;   that lit the blaze&lt;br /&gt;   of a fire of love&lt;br /&gt;   that burned every day&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   So hold me now&lt;br /&gt;   it's ok to pretend&lt;br /&gt;   I'll love us enough&lt;br /&gt;   for both and then&lt;br /&gt;   you can sort through&lt;br /&gt;   what I mean to you&lt;br /&gt;   I'm sure you will find&lt;br /&gt;   when you do&lt;br /&gt;   that life gets in the way&lt;br /&gt;   and covers us&lt;br /&gt;   but that beneath&lt;br /&gt;   the struggle&lt;br /&gt;   there is still love&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   If we hold on&lt;br /&gt;   we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;   Until then I'll fight&lt;br /&gt;   for  you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Copyright 2007 Connie Whiting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962055274893622341-1491133796006227610?l=soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1491133796006227610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/some-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/1491133796006227610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/1491133796006227610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/some-day.html' title='Love Struggles'/><author><name>Connie Whiting -conniewhiting.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842891902275995473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UlYlGOEs8Ak/SD1wp2EJwdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NGVli89z78s/S220/RV3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962055274893622341.post-8036869302594129150</id><published>2009-07-02T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T20:33:43.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Connie Whiting&lt;br /&gt;Copyright 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been gone so long&lt;br /&gt;But I've been thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;decided maybe I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;to give up on you&lt;br /&gt;turn my back&lt;br /&gt;and walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over time I let the&lt;br /&gt;unshed tears in life&lt;br /&gt;build to bitterness&lt;br /&gt;built a wall around my heart&lt;br /&gt;locked me in&lt;br /&gt;locked you out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't lose the hurt&lt;br /&gt;couldn't lose the worthlessness&lt;br /&gt;of me&lt;br /&gt;The only thing it seems&lt;br /&gt;I lost&lt;br /&gt;was faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know&lt;br /&gt;I hit the bottom&lt;br /&gt;saw what they say in&lt;br /&gt;life is true&lt;br /&gt;when you're too scared to look&lt;br /&gt;around anymore&lt;br /&gt;I found  all that&lt;br /&gt;I could do&lt;br /&gt;was look straight up at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So God  here I am again&lt;br /&gt;not sure what I believe&lt;br /&gt;not sure which way to go&lt;br /&gt;just know I feel&lt;br /&gt;so differently&lt;br /&gt;seeing things anew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so lost&lt;br /&gt;standing just outside the door&lt;br /&gt;wishing you were real&lt;br /&gt;wishing you would find me&lt;br /&gt;forgetting for so long&lt;br /&gt;all I had to do was ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked at last&lt;br /&gt;for just one thing&lt;br /&gt;not believing it would come&lt;br /&gt;not believing faith could heal&lt;br /&gt;I asked you for an angel&lt;br /&gt;and you sent me friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you sent me smiles and hope&lt;br /&gt;and love&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God&lt;br /&gt;for staying in my shadow&lt;br /&gt;while I ran from you&lt;br /&gt;until I stood still enough&lt;br /&gt;for you to&lt;br /&gt;through friends&lt;br /&gt;reach out and bring me home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962055274893622341-8036869302594129150?l=soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8036869302594129150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/8036869302594129150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/8036869302594129150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Connie Whiting -conniewhiting.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842891902275995473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UlYlGOEs8Ak/SD1wp2EJwdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NGVli89z78s/S220/RV3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962055274893622341.post-1865529315244139282</id><published>2009-06-15T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:44:24.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever Days</title><content type='html'>Her walk is so slow&lt;br /&gt;she stumbles ..feet unsure&lt;br /&gt;across the  shiny floor&lt;br /&gt;her hands ..they shake&lt;br /&gt;and tremble like&lt;br /&gt;her breaking heart&lt;br /&gt;this lonely night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pause by the window&lt;br /&gt;breathes in the air&lt;br /&gt;cool against her translucent skin&lt;br /&gt;remembering when she was&lt;br /&gt;out there..running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running in the summer air&lt;br /&gt;with the  other children&lt;br /&gt;chasing fireflies&lt;br /&gt;laughing  when fingers just caught air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years rushed by and up&lt;br /&gt;she grew&lt;br /&gt;had children of her own&lt;br /&gt;a life full of ordinary things&lt;br /&gt;that make a house a home,&lt;br /&gt;and still she moved about&lt;br /&gt;back then&lt;br /&gt;so freely as she chose&lt;br /&gt;but years rushed by once more&lt;br /&gt;she didn't see it then&lt;br /&gt;but now she knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever is so long&lt;br /&gt;when you're  young.....  time reaches&lt;br /&gt;out before you.&lt;br /&gt;Forever is so real&lt;br /&gt;when you meet your forever love&lt;br /&gt;and join as one&lt;br /&gt;forever is so long&lt;br /&gt;when the one becomes one more&lt;br /&gt;with  the first&lt;br /&gt;newborn son or daughter...&lt;br /&gt;time speeds up&lt;br /&gt;begins to rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here she is at last&lt;br /&gt;most of her forever in her past.&lt;br /&gt;Her children scattered like so many&lt;br /&gt;seeds upon the wind&lt;br /&gt;Her beloved waiting on the other side&lt;br /&gt;of Heaven&lt;br /&gt;Her life's been lived.&lt;br /&gt;She sits alone in a chair&lt;br /&gt;and dreams&lt;br /&gt;lost in her memories&lt;br /&gt;so sad it is&lt;br /&gt;we say,&lt;br /&gt;but it's not as sad as  why she's there.&lt;br /&gt;That's worse you know.&lt;br /&gt;It's us you know&lt;br /&gt;We speak with useless words&lt;br /&gt;If you need anything...&lt;br /&gt;If you want anything....&lt;br /&gt;as we rush on by  on our own&lt;br /&gt;personal wheel in time&lt;br /&gt;So convinced&lt;br /&gt;So believing&lt;br /&gt;in our own forever&lt;br /&gt;thinking tomorrow we can share a smile with her&lt;br /&gt;take a meal to her&lt;br /&gt;share some hope with her.&lt;br /&gt;We haven't learned her reality,  that each day&lt;br /&gt;comes and goes and changes things&lt;br /&gt;that tomorrow may be too late&lt;br /&gt;to soothe her loneliness&lt;br /&gt;to give her back the love&lt;br /&gt;she gave&lt;br /&gt;when her own forever days were ....brand new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connie Whiting 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962055274893622341-1865529315244139282?l=soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1865529315244139282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/forever-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/1865529315244139282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/1865529315244139282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/forever-days.html' title='Forever Days'/><author><name>Connie Whiting -conniewhiting.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842891902275995473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UlYlGOEs8Ak/SD1wp2EJwdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NGVli89z78s/S220/RV3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962055274893622341.post-1777714971302626399</id><published>2009-06-15T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T17:42:58.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Your Chains.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;By Connie Whiting&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Copyright 2006&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;So many things can hold your heart..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;in chains&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Fear&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Anger&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Hate&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Hurt&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Mistrust&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Unforgiveness&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Prejudice&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;The list goes on and on&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;each adding a link&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;of invisible cold steel&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;wrapped so tightly&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;that life becomes...scary&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Sad&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Lonely&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Fearful&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Dark&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;You pull the chain tighter&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;So tight&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;until your heart can't be felt at all&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;and your soul becomes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Brittle&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Lost&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Breakable&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Unbending&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Which you mistake for safety&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;I hurt for you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;feel concern for you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;even love you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;as a sister, a brother&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;So listen&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Hear me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Others may have given you the links&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;with lies..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;backstabbing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;emotional attacks&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;But only you can build the chain&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Only you can snap the heavy padlock in place&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;locking in your hope&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;freezing up the love you have to give&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;You have to let it out&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;so you get it back&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;and you will&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;So what do you want&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;chains of your own choosing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;or freedom and healing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Break the chains&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Heal&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Throw the lock away&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962055274893622341-1777714971302626399?l=soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1777714971302626399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/your-chains.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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style="font-family:times new roman, arial, helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;  Listen closely&lt;br /&gt;uneven breathing&lt;br /&gt;a night so dark&lt;br /&gt;can't see across the room&lt;br /&gt;he sleeps&lt;br /&gt;there on the bed&lt;br /&gt;his back&lt;br /&gt;an unpenetratable wall  &lt;p&gt; The clock is ticking&lt;br /&gt;seconds of a life away&lt;br /&gt;a smaller sound&lt;br /&gt;than that which our&lt;br /&gt;voices made earlier&lt;br /&gt;hurling hate&lt;br /&gt;around the room&lt;br /&gt;I sit here remembering&lt;br /&gt;how could love go so wrong&lt;br /&gt;so soon  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; does he love me&lt;br /&gt;Are we in love&lt;br /&gt;how do I tell&lt;br /&gt;what do i do&lt;br /&gt;tears fall silently&lt;br /&gt;he sleeps on&lt;br /&gt;If we're together&lt;br /&gt;why do I feel so all alone&lt;br /&gt;in love in our bedroom  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; listen closely&lt;br /&gt;besides the breathing&lt;br /&gt;as he sleeps&lt;br /&gt;another sound&lt;br /&gt;started slowly&lt;br /&gt;whispered quietly&lt;br /&gt;gathering strength&lt;br /&gt;as it grew&lt;br /&gt;nothing special&lt;br /&gt;just my heart&lt;br /&gt;as it breaks in two   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  © 2000 Connie Whiting   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962055274893622341-5882240195301694250?l=soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5882240195301694250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/breaking-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/5882240195301694250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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life&lt;br /&gt;comes a season of&lt;br /&gt;great rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can you do&lt;br /&gt;when you're so busy&lt;br /&gt;shielding drops from falling&lt;br /&gt;down on  you&lt;br /&gt;mixing with your tears&lt;br /&gt;cried from a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;where can you even start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To heal the hurts of many&lt;br /&gt;who have no one to care&lt;br /&gt;How can you stop the rain&lt;br /&gt;when it has become a flood&lt;br /&gt;of desperation rising up&lt;br /&gt;from a weary world&lt;br /&gt;broken without love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times like this&lt;br /&gt;the storms&lt;br /&gt;make us all forget&lt;br /&gt;that all we have the key&lt;br /&gt;We are to share our love&lt;br /&gt;reach out to one another&lt;br /&gt;in small and simple ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share those things&lt;br /&gt;which with we have been blessed&lt;br /&gt;Love is our umbrella&lt;br /&gt;God's secret&lt;br /&gt;to a healing life&lt;br /&gt;and a place where&lt;br /&gt;from life's storms we rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connie Whiting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962055274893622341-660451172633324447?l=soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/feeds/660451172633324447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/umbrella.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/660451172633324447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/660451172633324447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/umbrella.html' title='Umbrella'/><author><name>Connie Whiting -conniewhiting.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842891902275995473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UlYlGOEs8Ak/SD1wp2EJwdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NGVli89z78s/S220/RV3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962055274893622341.post-2309948193915649676</id><published>2009-04-03T21:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T21:45:43.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Firefly Magic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Fireflies&lt;br /&gt;natures light&lt;br /&gt;to show the way&lt;br /&gt;remember days when  we were kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1238820227_0"&gt;glass jars&lt;/span&gt; with knife jabbed&lt;br /&gt;hole poked lids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trees  full of blinking&lt;br /&gt;magical mystical beauty&lt;br /&gt;feeling safe in our&lt;br /&gt;child's  world&lt;br /&gt;no sight of grown up&lt;br /&gt;worries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1238820227_1"&gt;summer nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so  warm&lt;br /&gt;heat hugged our skin&lt;br /&gt;in misty warmth&lt;br /&gt;while we chased&lt;br /&gt;the lights  across the yard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be a child again&lt;br /&gt;running with the wind&lt;br /&gt;on &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1238820227_2"&gt;rainy  days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1238820227_3"&gt;sharing secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sharing notes&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;do you love me&lt;br /&gt;Mark  x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seemed like it would last forever&lt;br /&gt;didn't it&lt;br /&gt;seemed like  fireflies&lt;br /&gt;lighting bugs&lt;br /&gt;whatever you grew up calling  it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;were...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stars that fell from the sky&lt;br /&gt;like living  jewels&lt;br /&gt;flashing late in the night&lt;br /&gt;scattered by the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1238820227_4"&gt;hand&lt;br /&gt;of  God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but all too soon&lt;br /&gt;even though we didn't know it then&lt;br /&gt;they  became&lt;br /&gt;just bugs&lt;br /&gt;and love became&lt;br /&gt;more complicated&lt;br /&gt;then marking  X&lt;br /&gt;circling no or..&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sad you say&lt;br /&gt;you think it's gone  forever&lt;br /&gt;look again&lt;br /&gt;inside your heart&lt;br /&gt;the ability is still there&lt;br /&gt;to  bring the magic&lt;br /&gt;back to summer&lt;br /&gt;all you have to do is care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So grab a  jar&lt;br /&gt;a child you love&lt;br /&gt;maybe even the one inside&lt;br /&gt;you still&lt;br /&gt;and chase  the scattered jewels&lt;br /&gt;the fireflies&lt;br /&gt;Let them guide you back to find&lt;br /&gt;and  cherish&lt;br /&gt;a child's wonder&lt;br /&gt;in &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1238820227_5"&gt;living life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962055274893622341-2309948193915649676?l=soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2309948193915649676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/firefly-magic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/2309948193915649676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/2309948193915649676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/firefly-magic.html' title='Firefly Magic'/><author><name>Connie Whiting -conniewhiting.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842891902275995473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UlYlGOEs8Ak/SD1wp2EJwdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NGVli89z78s/S220/RV3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962055274893622341.post-8682005500285383144</id><published>2009-02-06T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T04:03:21.745-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>So another day has come and gone&lt;br /&gt;familiar darkness grins from the corners of the room&lt;br /&gt;and whispers once again&lt;br /&gt;that who you are&lt;br /&gt;will never be enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a lie&lt;br /&gt;don't believe it&lt;br /&gt;life goes on&lt;br /&gt;and there's a reason&lt;br /&gt;for the pain&lt;br /&gt;You've got to know it hurts&lt;br /&gt;from falling&lt;br /&gt;before you can fly again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move your eyes past that&lt;br /&gt;dark place&lt;br /&gt;Look to the stars tonight&lt;br /&gt;Let your pain be the teacher&lt;br /&gt;you made it through the worst&lt;br /&gt;and it will be all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But only if you let it&lt;br /&gt;only if you stop playing God&lt;br /&gt;doling out self punishment&lt;br /&gt;and hating who you are&lt;br /&gt;is what is keeping you&lt;br /&gt;from climbing to those stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must forgive yourself  the things&lt;br /&gt;that you  regret&lt;br /&gt;you must let go of things&lt;br /&gt;that have caught you in a net&lt;br /&gt;of never believing in yourself&lt;br /&gt;never asking why&lt;br /&gt;what would really happen&lt;br /&gt;if you REALLY tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, your past, your demons&lt;br /&gt;are not the ones that left you&lt;br /&gt;behind the wall&lt;br /&gt;No, you've got to see the truth&lt;br /&gt;of it&lt;br /&gt;you hold yourself in your&lt;br /&gt;own chains&lt;br /&gt;willingly&lt;br /&gt;hearing whispers from past ghosts&lt;br /&gt;that aren't still there at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So raise your eyes from dark corners&lt;br /&gt;hold out your arms to light&lt;br /&gt;forget the past it's over&lt;br /&gt;let go of the hell of night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New days can come to you&lt;br /&gt;if only you believe&lt;br /&gt;and walk out into the dawn&lt;br /&gt;of dreams you can achieve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No don't say you're too weak&lt;br /&gt;Only the strong could have survived&lt;br /&gt;you've come such a long long way&lt;br /&gt;but you stopped too soon to&lt;br /&gt;You  held onto self pity  you think  that you deserve&lt;br /&gt;when hard times made you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I must seem cold to you&lt;br /&gt;harsh, uncaring cruel&lt;br /&gt;but it's a just a tough love&lt;br /&gt;someone had to tell me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courage doesn't mean&lt;br /&gt;you are not afraid&lt;br /&gt;it means you keep on trying&lt;br /&gt;even through the fear&lt;br /&gt;it means you keep believing&lt;br /&gt;in the good inside yourself&lt;br /&gt;and you make a way to be who&lt;br /&gt;you really are&lt;br /&gt;you hold onto that dream&lt;br /&gt;and learn to love yourself&lt;br /&gt;tell the past ones that&lt;br /&gt;have hurt you&lt;br /&gt;they can go to hell&lt;br /&gt;and take their ghosts&lt;br /&gt;to darkened corners&lt;br /&gt;because you won't listen anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright 2009&lt;br /&gt;All rights reserved&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962055274893622341-8682005500285383144?l=soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8682005500285383144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/8682005500285383144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/8682005500285383144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Connie Whiting 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face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;innocent and free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the hurts of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;protected from &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a world of greed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping  there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your eyes closed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in  an infants slumber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my angel on this earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel so humble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby  how you've&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changed my world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brought me back up to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, child, sweet precious one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my unexpected gift from God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that I could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love a child as much as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart  made new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sparkle of  angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dust sprinkle us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you smile and coo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby my sweet grandchild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will forever love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connie Whiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962055274893622341-7454610965600469618?l=soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7454610965600469618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There's something I must say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Things that you must know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;before I go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is never easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;but it's always worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the struggle to live on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and hurt is always going to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;a part of who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; But love can heal the sorrows of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Remember,as bad as you may have it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;somebody has it worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;For everyday you stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;somebody crawls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and the people that you envy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;still need the touch of a loving hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Life isn't just to become the one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;that has the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's reaching out to heal the  people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;walking wounded breathing  ghosts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Don't forget to slow down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;in the maddening race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;to cry with a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;or caress  loved ones face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;For these are the moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;that make up no regrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The things you will cherish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;above all the rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Don't cry for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;when I am gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Don't waste the tears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;for I'll live on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Spend them instead for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;children that live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;with all the hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;that their abusers give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach out to someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;who hides in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;melt the ice from a bitter heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The best way to remember me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;is with acts of kindness to others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Don't waste time with grief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;just love one another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'll be with angels &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;your work goes on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Promise me to keep loving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;after I'm gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Connie Whiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; All Rights Reserved 2009 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962055274893622341-8364475613288859084?l=soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8364475613288859084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/promise-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/8364475613288859084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/8364475613288859084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/promise-me.html' title='Promise Me'/><author><name>Connie Whiting -conniewhiting.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842891902275995473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' 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abused me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;I'm not sure why&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;sometimes dinner was late&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;the baby cried&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;or a picture was crooked on the wall&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;He grabbed it&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;Smashed it on the floor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;while screaming&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;I'm the man of the house!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;He’d do strange things&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;It’s hard to hear words garbled&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;when you’re drowning in the dishwater&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;but he’d let me up long enough to hear&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;I LOVE you Dammit !&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;I thought I was crazy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that my mind had snapped&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;like dry twigs&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;but I know now I was just bending&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;making peace with what he said&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;with smiles and tears&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;Yes dear&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;You’re the man&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;No dear&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;I don't mind entertaining your friend&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;I soothed and cowed&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;beneath my angry tears&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;too afraid to run&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;but too stubborn to think&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;I never would&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;Making peace with him&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;was how I survived&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;How I bent and never broke&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;That was so very long ago&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;They call it post traumatic stress&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;but I think the memories serve&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;to keep me on my quest&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;of bending still&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;to life’s demands&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;but still&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;too stubborn to break&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;and while the one who screamed&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;his love&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;rots away in his own private hell&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;I’ll keep on this path of&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;making peace&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;but this time&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;It’s with myself&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;Connie Whiting&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Copyright 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962055274893622341-4593479668896781998?l=soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4593479668896781998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-peace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/4593479668896781998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/4593479668896781998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-peace.html' title='My Peace'/><author><name>Connie Whiting -conniewhiting.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842891902275995473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UlYlGOEs8Ak/SD1wp2EJwdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NGVli89z78s/S220/RV3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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href="http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog/slideshow.html?p=88&amp;amp;id=7soj6Vw4dbCPZ9tG4BgrF3ed" id="m88"&gt;&lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/nt/ic/ut/bsc/srch12_1.gif" alt="magnify" border="0" height="12" width="12" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 191);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Drinked and drived&lt;br /&gt;(from a young child's possible perspective)&lt;br /&gt;©1999 Connie W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are my sunshine&lt;br /&gt;mommy sang to me&lt;br /&gt;she had lots of songs&lt;br /&gt;she'd sing&lt;br /&gt;so patiently&lt;br /&gt;and games we'd play&lt;br /&gt;and laugh all day&lt;br /&gt;thats what my mommy did with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brave little one&lt;br /&gt;they called me&lt;br /&gt;when mommy had to go&lt;br /&gt;shes with jesus they told me&lt;br /&gt;but what I'd really like to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr in the car that night&lt;br /&gt;did you mean to make me cry&lt;br /&gt;did you get so thirsty you had to drink&lt;br /&gt;before you drived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you have a little child too&lt;br /&gt;waiting home for you&lt;br /&gt;if you did&lt;br /&gt;why Mr why&lt;br /&gt;did you drink before you drived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they have it on tv&lt;br /&gt;all the families&lt;br /&gt;where mommies and daddies die&lt;br /&gt;little children too&lt;br /&gt;cause people get too thirsty&lt;br /&gt;I guess&lt;br /&gt;then they drink and drived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy and me prayed for them&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes mommy cried&lt;br /&gt;for that little baby who never got born&lt;br /&gt;cuz someone drinked and drived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now people pray for me&lt;br /&gt;and probably for you too&lt;br /&gt;if you see mommy in heaven&lt;br /&gt;will you tell her&lt;br /&gt;I can tie my shoes&lt;br /&gt;tell her that I miss her&lt;br /&gt;daddy misses her too&lt;br /&gt;I'll pray for your little boy&lt;br /&gt;if you have one&lt;br /&gt;I know how sad he feels&lt;br /&gt;we both wish&lt;br /&gt;that night you never drinked and drived&lt;br /&gt;I miss my mommy mr&lt;br /&gt;I wish she didn't died &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 191);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please..Don't Drink and Drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.morguefile.com/"&gt;Photo Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962055274893622341-5809998232419419376?l=soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5809998232419419376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962055274893622341-8126750952863400346?l=soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8126750952863400346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/night-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/8126750952863400346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/8126750952863400346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/night-people.html' title='Night People'/><author><name>Connie Whiting 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a place between the heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;way back beyond those walls  you've built&lt;br /&gt;You might not even see it anymore&lt;br /&gt;with so much sadness covering it&lt;br /&gt;But just believe&lt;br /&gt;that's all you have to do&lt;br /&gt;When the time  is right&lt;br /&gt;God will bring it back to you&lt;br /&gt;What could he bring you ask&lt;br /&gt;after all the pain I've seen&lt;br /&gt;once again just believe&lt;br /&gt;go by faith&lt;br /&gt;and you'll see&lt;br /&gt;that there tucked in that little hiding space&lt;br /&gt;in that tiny secret place&lt;br /&gt;Are the dreams that refuse to die&lt;br /&gt;They are hopes remaining for your life&lt;br /&gt;just believe&lt;br /&gt;and God will bring the good to be&lt;br /&gt;maybe not in your time&lt;br /&gt;and maybe you don't understand&lt;br /&gt;but everything we need of worth&lt;br /&gt;comes through his time and plan&lt;br /&gt;He didn't give you life&lt;br /&gt;just to let you cry&lt;br /&gt;There's a spark inside of you&lt;br /&gt;hiding with those sweet dreams too&lt;br /&gt;just hold on ,through your grief&lt;br /&gt;God will heal your heart&lt;br /&gt;Just believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connie Whiting&lt;br /&gt;Copyright 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962055274893622341-6799096347838630214?l=soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6799096347838630214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/there-is-place-between-heart-and-soul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/6799096347838630214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962055274893622341/posts/default/6799096347838630214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/there-is-place-between-heart-and-soul.html' title=''/><author><name>Connie Whiting -conniewhiting.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842891902275995473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UlYlGOEs8Ak/SD1wp2EJwdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NGVli89z78s/S220/RV3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our world tips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;precariously&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;about to fall &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;into a destiny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;that was never meant to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;means nothing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;people die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;over things that mean &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt; even less&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Tears fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;from eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;afraid to see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;afraid to look upon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;another angry face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;trust breaks down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;we are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;a dying human race&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Hurt  has become&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;what feeds the heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;We are losing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;humanity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;part by broken part&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Please&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;don't hide behind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;a busy life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;don't walk away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;we are the only hope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;to bring  us all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;back to being safe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Gather up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;the love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;gather up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;the depths of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;not blackened by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;the stain of hate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;and pride&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe  if we join together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;the bits and pieces left&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;of  hope and love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;we can make a patch worked peace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;to save all the broken left&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;to bleed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;in a world that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;tips&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;precariously&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;dropping us into &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;a destiny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;that's becoming reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Connie Whiting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Copyright 2008&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962055274893622341-7914977164110604026?l=soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7914977164110604026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soulexpressionblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-world-tips-precariously-about-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962055274893622341.post-3976651256622252794</id><published>2008-06-01T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T05:28:40.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/3RhjyvNUJF"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/3RhjyvNUJF" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/groups/h9IyuE9Q/music/VVMB53Yg/enya_evening_falls/"&gt;Evening Falls.. - Enya&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlYlGOEs8Ak/SEK1w0JRjPI/AAAAAAAAACg/FNQ3Oq_k4vM/s1600-h/forgot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 86px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlYlGOEs8Ak/SEK1w0JRjPI/AAAAAAAAACg/FNQ3Oq_k4vM/s320/forgot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206923969429605618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;dt style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;" class="post-head"&gt;The Forgotten People&lt;/dt&gt; &lt;dd class="post-body"&gt;  &lt;div class="content-wrapper"&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(128, 192, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p face="georgia" style="color: rgb(128, 192, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Forgotten people   are everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you don't have to look too far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to see they're there&lt;br /&gt;Underneath their faux smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they fade away in  quiet agony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;giving  up hope&lt;br /&gt;convinced nobody cares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the girl that rang your sale  today&lt;br /&gt;it's the man on the corner with a sign&lt;br /&gt;it's  a child walking home   alone from school&lt;br /&gt;it's even that loved one by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open your  eyes and really see&lt;br /&gt;who they are, and what they need&lt;br /&gt;when you ask  someone, "How are you today?"&lt;br /&gt;Look  behind  their polite words of "fine"&lt;br /&gt;to the worries and heartache  inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you understand me&lt;br /&gt;I  know you've been there too&lt;br /&gt;I know there have been times&lt;br /&gt;when the  forgotten one was you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember what it felt like&lt;br /&gt;to drift on a sea  of pain&lt;br /&gt;forever smiling at the world&lt;br /&gt;while deep inside feeling&lt;br /&gt;like  you'd never know happy again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgotten people&lt;br /&gt;they're all around us&lt;br /&gt;just going through&lt;br /&gt;the motions in life&lt;br /&gt;but numb like they're dead  inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So share  some hope, a hug, a touch&lt;br /&gt;find out what has  shattered their heart&lt;br /&gt;and  show them they are not alone&lt;br /&gt;I promise it  won't take very much&lt;br /&gt;Just listen with a giving heart&lt;br /&gt;love them like you  want to be loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because forgotten people&lt;br /&gt;are everywhere&lt;br /&gt;It's the man that yelled at&lt;br /&gt;you on the freeway today&lt;br /&gt;It's the person  in a church&lt;br /&gt;that preaches and prays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the quiet  person in a  crowd&lt;br /&gt;that seems to just be shy&lt;br /&gt;It's the scared newcomer to this country&lt;br /&gt;just trying to change his life&lt;br /&gt;It's your child, your friend, your boss&lt;br /&gt;your parents, a stranger&lt;br /&gt;your husband or your wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not  too hard to see&lt;br /&gt;It's not too hard to do&lt;br /&gt;just open your  heart and be the  friend&lt;br /&gt;you needed when that forgotten person was you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connie Whiting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(128, 192, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Copyright 2005  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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