Bottled Silence

From original blog:
Thursday, November 7, 2013
10:36am

Bottled Silence

In the sadness creeps
Out the tears do weep
Sorrow waters this empty seed
Loneliness is what I reap
To no one this emptiness I may speak


It's a dark and lonely road
An ever growing heavy load
Narrow is the hope so bold
In this silence I do hold
Yearning as the heart grows cold


As the moments slip quietly by
I've prayed with closed eye
There's no more to do but cry
No matter the audience I seek
Bottled silence I'm doomed to keep

Mesha Z. Flynn
Copyright 2013
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Mema

From original blog:
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
6:34am

Mema   (Elisabeth J. Morrison)

Some days I feel like I can actually breathe
Other it is ripped right out of me
Things that I said and others I wanted to say
Times that I wanted to be with her
But foolishly let life get in the way
Knowing that God has her
But wishing He'd do more
All these things push against me
Not allowing me to close grief's door
Everywhere I look about me
A reminder of sits
Once again feeling the breath from me ripped
How long till I can look about me
And not feel my breath cry
For her soft touch and dancing blue eyes

Mesha Flynn
Copyright 2004
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Right Now

From original blog:
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
9:11am

Right Now

Right Now Rain is falling, cat is purring.
Thunder is booming, dog is whining. 
Phone is silent, lips are still.
Child is reading, staying in His will.

Pages ruffle, ideas grow.
Keys click, emotions flow.
Anger seethes, then recedes.
Soul mourns, forgiveness yet to proceed.

Aquarium bubbles, fish swim.
Lights surge, lights dim.
Quiet breaths, audible sighs.
Failing at trying, heartbeat out of line.

Mind tires, eyes blur.
Rain slows, cat continues to purr.
Thoughts drift, trying to understand.
Seconds tick, waiting on His hand.

Mesha Flynn
Copyright 2013
All Rights Reserved