"The human heart, at whatever age, opens only to the heart that opens in return," stated Maria Edgeworth, a 19th-centurty writer. And certainly we have each experienced, from others or within ourselves, a closed heart. It is difficult to remain open because of the trust that is required from both sides. This element of trust we must have toward our fellow man is an important lesson and challenge we all face. Our life is built on trust in many small ways. Opening up to someone is one way to practice the trust we must feel for God and Christ.
To open one's heart does not mean complete exposure of all we are to everyone we meet. Instead, it means being friendly, ready to talk, smiling and inviting. In its purest form it means showing respect and concern to others. The Scriptures tell us that we will reap as we sow (Galatians 6:7). And truly, when we open our hearts to others with wisdom and discretion, they will come toward us. Give trust a try.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Guilty
A sombre look
A sudden replacement of errotic gyration
Time up. No.
Rock me till death
Firm full lips
Eyes shut
Mw thought we guilty.
Guilty of uncontrolled devotion,
Commission to passion
What can we do to resist ourselves?
can the snail be separated from its snail? No !
Neither can the tortoise path ways with its bark
Where ever Igbin travels, its home follows it
I shoot my gun your net catches it 2/4
A sudden replacement of errotic gyration
Time up. No.
Rock me till death
Firm full lips
Eyes shut
Mw thought we guilty.
Guilty of uncontrolled devotion,
Commission to passion
What can we do to resist ourselves?
can the snail be separated from its snail? No !
Neither can the tortoise path ways with its bark
Where ever Igbin travels, its home follows it
I shoot my gun your net catches it 2/4
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Groom By Wolves
A pack of howling wolves are they,
Roaring, groaling, basking in prowess
Wolves, Mama, Papa, sis, Uncles and cous
Now and then they come in flying gowns,
skin tight, starched maskara, milking, winning
An yet re-group, howling, cooing wolves.
Roaring, groaling, basking in prowess
Wolves, Mama, Papa, sis, Uncles and cous
Now and then they come in flying gowns,
skin tight, starched maskara, milking, winning
An yet re-group, howling, cooing wolves.
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