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Date Posted:05/30/2025 12:38 AMCopy HTML In the shadows As I stood in the shadows a deep sorrow in my heart After only a short time you were now to depart The sadness was there for I knew I would see you no more. You have opened up in me an unwanted door. This was a door that I had long ago sealed The hurt that comes through that door will not be healed. Through this door comes love which causes me only pain. I had determined to never allow this into my heart again. But with your kindness and sweetness I fell Now my life will only be hell. Hell because of the empty place That missing you cannot erase. None of this was your fault; you are not to blame. I am the one who opened up myself to this shame. I am the one who spoke the word That will now pierce my heart with a sword. But out of that shadow came forth one lasting joy That will live in me and nothing can destroy. So I thank you for this special gift of splendor That will be something I will always remember. You have given to me the joy that I shall cherish Even though all else perish. I will cast aside the pain and only the joy will remain. But with this joy comes unspeakable sadness and emptiness Because I know it will never be mine again. By: Jo Smith ~~~ May 29, 2025 ![]() |
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Re:in the shadows Date Posted:05/30/2025 3:26 AMCopy HTML last night I went to bed; could not stop thinking about you. so empty and sad feeling. got back up; watched movie. went back to bed; again could not sleep; got back up back to bed. I have it bad ![]() |
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Re:in the shadows Date Posted:05/30/2025 4:20 AMCopy HTML Written by my special friend, Jerry. 5-30, 2025 3.5 Floppy For decades I lay in silent sleep A floppy bound in a red plastic like a fox Holding great mysteries time would keep Until I was discovered in a brown box My Treasure bore no weight nor sound Yet light pulsed within my shell Waiting ‘til the day I was found For truth to rise up Jacobs’ Well The sweet sister that wrote your data The words within your fragile partition A treasure of Gold better than any programata The Holy Ghost can now teach sanctification And now new wine is loosed at last The saints may drink it very fast No longer hidden, no longer lost Now comes the likes of Pentecost ![]() |