Jeannie I do believe that your sons story about his Grandpa is true.
I asked my husband if we could go to Southampton for the day and he said that would be ok, as I turned to go and get ready a clear voice spoke the words (Don't go to Southampton) I turned back to him and said that we should go to Bournemouth instead. My husband answered that he would rather stay in. I said that I would go myself and after getting ready gave him a kiss on the cheek and I said that I would bring him home some nice food for dinner and wouldn't be long. On my return I found my husband on the floor and in a panic I got an ambulance a he was taken to hospital My husband was on life support for three days. I stayed with him and my sons took turns to be with me and their dad. My husband died he had had a massive brain hemorrage and my sons said that if I had gone to Southampton with him that I would probably been in the car as he was taking ill and he would have been driving and would have been helpless to do anything.
I listened to the Angels voice and obeyed in that moment.
So we do have Guardian Angels and they are always ready to help
My husband donated his kidneys and liver to three men who got well and went home to their grandchildren.
I have written a story in my port
First love... so good
Regards and good writing
Alexi Mason
Hey! Story mistress i never imagined that a poem could also be visible as you have written this one.
I find it facsinating and might try a version of my own.
well done.
regards
Alexi Mason
I like the depth of your words, oh, how true.
Unless a seed fall to the ground and be buried it cannot bare the fruit it was destined to bare... and when the darkness is at the point of no return only then will the light shine in the darkness and over come it...
Muskie You made me cry. A beautiful pay it forward story and a memory for as I too found a four year old child on the main road and took him to all the houses along that road until I found his mother who didn't even know that he had gotten the gate open from the back garden and went for a walk. She brought me chocolates a week later and has told her son that I was the lady that saved him when he was five.
So I can relate to your story.
A good piece. Thankyou for sharing and well done.
Alexi Mason
I like this poem very much. We all get temped by things that we should not dare and breaking rules can cost us dear. We get the pain of shouldn't have gone there.
Well done would like to here more keep in touch .
Alexi
Hi Kjar
I am still waiting for you to get out of that pit and vent yourself on the surface. May be you could go for a run in a field...dance in the rain... Or one on getting out of bed and facing the day...
Anyway keep writing and start reveiwing other work and you will get GPs
Hugs for today
Alexi
Hi again Bill Cambell
Do unto others as you would have them do for you
Yes some mimic and some envy. The ones that envy... some we win over ...some we lose... but time can heal them and one day they may need us and are surprised when we are there to answer their call for help.
That's what it's all about. Doing unto others...
People have told me that I light up the room when I go in. I whisper in their ear my secret... I carryJesus In my heart and in him the room is never dark...
May I make a suggestion on... I hope I'm not too bold... to format your poem I think it would be better if you aligned it like this.
The Golden rule
The Golden rule takes earth to the devine
On this path world hearts can align
If mistakes happen... Do you know what to do?
Do for others as you would want them to do for you...
Learning from mistakes you'll be regarded as wise
You'll look at problems carefully no matter their size
Still things could go bad but you know what to do
Do for others as you want them to do for you...
Then you'll see people for the actions they take
Some do well... others may suffer and break
If people need guidence and are looking to you
They will behave like they see you do...
So remember to love and forgiveness goes far
With compassion and charity you'll shine like a star
When you shine like a star the whole world will see
Your shining for others as you want them to be...
I have put my version of the last line. I have also broke it up into four verses.
If you think it will make more sense like that ok Bill but if not... Sorry for my interference and I hope your action is positively good
respectfully
Alexi
If you print this out you might see it better.
Please write back!
Hi Jellyfish
Just to say thankyou for getting in touch again. You have done well since you joined last year. I am still struggling to learn as only been at this for a few weeks.
I though looking back that I ahd mis read the words . will have to pay more attention in future, ha
I am near you on the south coast if you are in Eng.
I like the wisdom poem you wrote and yes we gain wisdom every day. Looking back we see more clearly the story of our lives according to the paths that we have taken. Looking forward it's up to us to change things if we want to see our life portrait getting better looking rather than ageing. may be you will add to that one some where in the future.
Pop in when you will
Happy Sunday
Alexi
Just read your poem
Broken
I like it...very...To the point,cutting. The tongue is a past time of many who for some reason don.t know how to or deliberately express themselves.
A relative of mine stabbed me with poisonus, spurting, gurgles of hate just once too often. I made a decision that day 3 years ago and got her out of my life. Now she tells family that she loves me. what good is that when I am the one she should be saying that too.
It will never be the same again. She looks old and bitter and I feel sorry for her. I am letting time and God deal with her otherwise she will just do it all over again, as is her signature with me.
a good short sharp to the point poem.
Well done
Alexi (Newish on the site)
Hi Tivoli
A very sad period in your characters life but one word was there to cling to... Imagination and choice was the rope. Don't let your character slip and die. Choosing to climb from the pit of darkness takes guts making a good choice and getting a plan for survival. Your choice to write was good It would be nice to see your imagiation touching dreams and forming words. Swim Dance Feel Touch Step by step.
Let me read more
alexi
Hi kimblebug
I read your poem and yes indeed. People have lost (charity) one of the fruits of the spirit.
I remember a time when I first got married when I would go to the international store and give my shopping list and would say to the shop keeper who would have my groserys delivered. If I'm not in please leave them inside the front door We never locked the door,and when I would go to the tobacconist for my husbands tobacco and the owner Mr cramp would be asleep behind the counter taking a nap. I would shake him and take a pkt and leave the money under the counter and close the shop door behind me. I remember when I would go to the chemist and he would make me up a bottle of his own remedy cough medicine and ask him for 10 hay fever tabs, he would take them out of a large bottle and put them in a paper bag. that.s the way it was.
My neighbours and I would all take turns helping the husbands and children when one of us had a baby at home. We could leave our baby carraige including baby outside a shop while we purchased items and have no fear we'd come outside to find mothers taking to them and would even put silver in their pram.
I gave a woman market trader my gloves the other day as she was cold and I went home with cold hands Now people are so different I find it sad. your poem certainly gets to the mark. How people have changed.
i enjoyed it very much
Alexi
Hi Bill
That was a lovely story. I'm pleased your lifes journey led you to the value of a little bar of soap. My grand mother gave me the lesson when I was very young and she gave me a bar of IMPERIAL leather soap. I always smelled i'ts fragrance when I entered her humble home. She had a window seat that looked out onto the world I called I in those days.The roughest part of the Gorbals in Glasgow,of course all that has changed now. She was 4' 9" and had wrinkles as big as pot holes but eyes that shone like diamonds and a heart of gold. She told me lassy always remember there's jewels in other peoples muck. Don't throw things away either sell it or keep it. Well, I took that on board and it has kept me through good and bad times. Plus I have a drawer full of soap and candles and water carriers and face masks and first aid and string and blankets and and and I could go on. I am very tidy but I am a hoarder. Once on a jouney someone needed a tooth pick... I suplied they asked bet you havn't got an elastic band. Then I produced one. Always at the ready. Ha. Then you have people who say that when ever posssible they use someone elses soap. They are the ones who take take and when the bombs drop they are under your lorry for safety. or when they fall...
Anyway a good story and hope you do well in your writing. I have wrote a small piece in my port if you take a peek
happy writing
Alexi Mason
The depth that your soul has taken you to in this story is amazing!
Profound, I felt numb when I had finished, yet blessed to have the privelage of the read.
I felt your heart beat... beat... beat... life is there clinging to hope let hope find the way out... the solution is in the next chapter (willpower) and chapter (clawing) by chapter (inventing) you can change the fate of your character and surface. Then look back and erase the well of darkness by being who ever you want to be.
Well, ha. Vent that's my theory.
Good bit of writing
Alexi
What a lovely Mum you have and so many memories like jewels in a crown. You must be a special person I hope that you have started your own memory box? I have.
Forever Lost....
First of all. Changing your name to Mountains to climb would be wonderful and what a blessed person you are that God choose you to go almost down to the pit and I say that because your guardian angel has heard oops! read your cry for help.I would love to be able to pull you up link by link or conversation by conversation.
Hows about you get in touch with me and discuss wether your story is fiction or realily.
yours from
Heaven sent House
To
Mountains to climb House
Alexi Mason
If this is from your heart Then put your hand on your heart and feel the regular beat! beat! beat! that sound means that you are not dead but alive. You want to be this and that and why does he/she get noticed and you don't feel that your life matters.
Well let me tell you that you do matter. You mattered before you were knit in your mothers womb. You mattered when you gave that first cry. Here you are in a world you don't understand. Where are you going? What purpose is your birth into this planet called earth. We don't know it all in one story,but, chapter by chapter we get revelation as to what the story of life here is all about. If you were to die before the end of your lifes story. Then how can we be cheated of that.
I read what you have written and saw a beautiful writer, a soul that went deep, with feeling that if put in the direction of just.... just.... turning to help one person....then one more.... What a change you would make in the lives of others,as a matter of fact you already have! Think! Write! Help others with the depth that you have.
To a beautiful soul. from Alexi Mason
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