Poem -

Miracle

Miracle

Restless eyes
tiring the vision 
of her very own emptiness 
her fragile heart
searching behind every door 
through every open window 
through every empty corridor
wondering If love 
would ever acquaint her loneliness?
fragile and underwhelmed 
her head bowed low
nevertheless 
she still sits patiently 

hoping for her miracle.

 

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sparrowsong

Hello Shirley...

No one will ever love you like Jesus...

Many can hope to get someone close to that kind of love and respect...

​​​​​​One other difference...

His gifts can't be bought in a Store...

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong

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Shirley Harrison

I have to disagree dear sparrowsong I am not religious at all I don't believe that jesus loves any of us the best, although I am open to the beliefs of others and I believe we all have to believe in something,  love has such a large variety of subjects not just that of a life partner.  Thank you sweet sparrowsong 🌹

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sparrowsong

Hello Shirley...

​​​​​​Some can not ignore the wonderful things that they receive knowing they wouldn't have received it alone and it was requested in private...

Things that come from out of the blue with just a single thought, I accept...

​​​​​If I wanted to block my blessings I'd agree with other people too...

Thank you as well...

sparrowsong

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sparrowsong

P.S. Having a personal relationship with the one who loves you isn't a religion...

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Shirley Harrison

The greatest love we can ever achieve is from that within dear sparrowsong 🌹

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Marion

Oh I actually sighed reading this. Beautifully tragic and beautifully written Shirley x

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Shirley Harrison

Thank you dearest Marion, we have much in common when it comes to our poetry biggest of hugs my dear friend. 🌹 

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