Father
Brother
Mother Mary

thank you for another day

Sara is making it on her own
just faced timed her
it is 8:59 a.m. she is going through
Colorado
Father keep her safe
as she lives life
Amen!

Father
Brother
Mother Mary

thank you for another day

my writing lost
its okay

what it takes to get to write
still lay on my left side
my right hand rests on my
side
the pencil long enough to reach
the key board

thank you Lord
Christine and baby will be together soon
mommy came home yesterday
a great surprise

let her not be tempted
in any way
i love them so much
they need to be together

Corissa living in a constant
whirlwind
cannot blame her
bad enough
trying to find her way
her identity
her father
calling her fat
as she was younger
had to assure her she
was ready to morph into
an even more beautiful
butterfly
and that she was just going
get even more beautiful
as time goes on
weather or not
she likes it
"it" is going to happen
and bam!
and it just started
so i am all happy for her
now we have to work on
staying on the right path
Father i ask you to
be her guide
let her turn to you
and know she has what it
takes
with God in your life
you can do all
thank you for my family

Father
Brother
Mother Mary

thank you for another day

my child is suspended
late for lat period
more than enough times
to make your toenails curl
you Father my Father
Father to all
my eyes tired of judgement
my words written not on paper
but for the world to see
i am just the tiniest spec to
this vast who are we
where are we going
it not be
but it has to be
resolved while here on this planet
of all planets
my eyes tired of judgement
for a doctor i had seen because
of how it had healed
my left breast
but this doctor with my child
Christine sitting there as he says
Eva what brings you here
i bring it in you can visually see "it"
my visit to my oncologist in February
checks me out physically
only to tell me 2 years later
what is wrong here Eva
has me sit up and sees
to his amazement
to what was there
two years ago
i have certainly
put weight on
"but Eva you have to
take care of this"
this is with my daughter Saraeve
i say "really,
you want to tell the doctor
that"
"cause when i showed him what you
see, he tells me what a fine great
job done"
calls his partner over
both standing in the doorway
looking at me like a freak
you hear me
like a freaking freak
like i was seeing things
like my horners syndrome
after second surgeries
look into my tired swollen eyes
as i cry everyday in agony
knowing something is going on
like after my first ACDF
i kept on saying
way before the surgeries
something was not right
my gut my Spirit was
talking to me
i knew something underlying
was going on
my "cancer"
look into my eyes
as i get up in the morning
not getting a restful night
my hips my knees
i speak of the things that
are happening to my body
my lower back supersedes my neck
my arms are not impinged
and was put back in place
but did not fuse
surgery two
look into my eyes as i cry
in new pain
why isn't any one listening to me
can't you see my pain
my med doc sees me every month
faithfully as i cannot get my meds
without my scripts i'm dead
just put me down like a animal
this i did not do to myself
look into my eyes sad sad
afraid to take the elevator
as it hurts stopping and going
i am on the 19th floor
trapped inside
some days like yesterday and today
snow was expected
look into my eyes when it's a rainy day
my bed is so uncomfortable
the something i learned the hard way
no matter how hard "they" claim
you must test it out
it will be changed one day
as i need my rest
all day do what i can in the apt.
clean up after my two daughters
but like dust mop floors
as i struggle and am reminded
what will follow fun with my daughter
and granddaughter daddy to show his face
mommy all anxious as she is doing
everything she can to make this happen
look into my eyes as the sorrow of a loved one
has only few alternatives
and wants me to go to a meeting
with them
oh how wonderful to
have family jump on board
my eye see my eyes
feel my eyes
look into my soul
dear Father
i have Faith the Great I Am
is REAL as everything is going on real
i must always remember
how it was coming in as an immigrant
from another country
the word was still then
the dream of
living in the
United States of America
look into my eyes
find my soul
the dreams
the loves
the promises
i keep you real
in my life to have come so
far
and throw the towel in
it's not an option
as hard as life is
it is beautiful in it's
dynamics when keeping it real
look into my eyes find a
soul stolen by her father
as a little girl
look into my eyes
look into my eyes
find the truth
don't turn away
don't turn away
look into my eyes
find me
my soul

Oh, my friend, how you provide such a precious image
your soul in your eyes [as you wrote "my soul in my eyes"]
speaks not volumes but libraries of reality
for you assuredly do show that soul in so many many ways
and, I, for one, am thus blessed
BLESSINGS
that is what this thread string is all about
sharing blessings met in life's path
whether at the moment it seems so or not
for, upon reflection, the blessing is there just waiting patiently
for recognition
Ahhhhhh
when recognized for what it is
that blessing just leaps right up and embraces the soul in a hug
a hug of warmest joy fulfilling the spirit even for a moment
Blessing
yeah
my soul in my eyes
thank you dear friend
for
that
blessing

Thank you to all
The opportunity
The warmth
even when we are sharttered
and broken my experience
has and continues to be a place
I promised myself I will come to everyday
And try to be mindful
"Focus on Blessing"
allows me an opportunity
to honor the day
in it
we go through times
of highs and lowes
the unknown
FAITH based
Started with a
Beautiful person
That opened up the sky
Oh
How I thank you for that
Mark
Blessings of life we share
because of you
Amen
There are no mistakes

I missed all of you very very much while I was gone. I also prayed every morning while I fed the fishes of the sea. All of you were in my prayers each and every day. Now some people in Jamaica know about you all, and about Neuro talk. They will be praying for those of us on NT too.
I told some friends a little about each of you, and this site that has such support and love to share. I am home, but I have not missed the TV or really even all the tecky stuff. Haven't yet turned on the TV, and I may not every again.
This trip taught me to take some time each day, more than what I have been doing, for spiritual healing. The rats race we all play, doesn't exist in Jamaica. The communities are filled with laughter and lots of music. Neighbors take care of neighbors, and they are rich people in spirit if not financially. The whole community interacts, neighborhoods are safe, as some adult tries to watch over the kids. Neighbors play dominos, slapping those tiles down. What fun!
I came back home with NO clothes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I gave all I had away to those that needed clothes. I came home richer by far for the example. I learned to be humble. Us
Americans, have way more than we think we do. Our poverty is rich compared to Jamaica. There are NO food banks to rely on, so neighbors feed each other when they can. Pretty much what Jesus would do. Actually I gave all my personal products away too like toothpaste etc.... I came home with a empty suitcase, and a bit of coffee, and feel blessed beyond measure for this experience. I met the Rasta, the good guys who are holy in their community. I am not talking about the dope heads, but the real community leaders to whom children run to. We Americans know nothing about them. Our view is distorted, as we think of them as Dread locks, dirt and dope. None of it is true.
Sure this stuff exists, but there is good in all people of the earth. I just found a few new friends of a different color, not different from us really at all.

God bless each one of you, and I am glad to be back. ginnie

I fell Blessed to see you post of your travels and experiences.

Thank you, dear friend, and welcome home,

Father
Brother
Mother Mary

thank you for another day

Father until the findings are ruled out
my experience with your desire to come to you
for everything
i have a life journey
it came to a halt when i became
ill i more than one way
as my physical challenges are
no more that you say i could handle
the faith in an understanding why is it
never ending
i mean it is not by choice
we be born into the family
we are born into
you assigned my two parents to
promise to take care of us as this
is my oath to my babies
i have been blessed with my children
and now a granddaughter who lives
with me long enough i know she
thinks this is home and it is however
you all understand what i mean
i think
my meds second set robs memory
oh to have the freedom from a regimen
of meds but without them i'm a monster in agony
my body crying
as the clouds of a gloomy rainy day of its own tears
my headache in my eyes
in you my loving Father
i trust my opinion means nothing
when all decisions are from you
in Jesus i trust for
thy will be done
AMEN

Father
Brother
Mother Mary

thank you for another day

a crazy day
all around
tears upon tears
squeeze my heart anymore
it won't every heal
it doesn't get a chance to
heal
who am i
where do i belong
what is wrong with me
why can't they rule
things out
how do i move forward
with this on my shoulder
they don't seem broad enough
i have to wait to see
wait for what
this last one is just too much
hear me Father
wrap you loving arms around me
sweet Father
hear our prayers

Prayin for ya. Shoulders far wider than mine are what you need. Thus, I pray.