August 4, 2013
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My gag is nothing but the finest silk. My heart cannot be contained.
It races for the devilish thoughts I dare to let slip.My mind is a million variations on a theme.I’ve crossed the bridge away from my Norman Rockwell life.I realize there is no one to please, save One. And what is this from His hand?He is my dearest Husband, yet. Trust Him I will. Hand in hand we walk down this path, but I have no idea where. Kind of like normal, but this is so very different.I’ll let you in on a secret: It’s okay to be not normal. I’ve been doing it for quite a while now. Chapter and verse, Amen.
Comments (9)
What’s normal these days anyways???
I’m way off of normal. Be true to yourself chum
Absolutely one of the best poems I’ve read in a while.
We have too many people who want to be ‘normal’ and like everyone else. We need those who think for themselves. That’s a good thing.
normal is boring
Wishing the as you walk hand in hand with your Lord.
I am not normal. I could prove it, but not for the public to read about.
blessings
frank
No one to please, save One … AND no one, save One, gives such pleasure.
Psalm 16:11.
It’s sad that such a blessed walk with God is considered not normal; the devil continues to prowl so we might not experience life and life more abundantly through Jesus Christ.
It looks like you have been ported over to Xanga 2.0! How is it going?
Normal is a shifting statistic. Good to read you again.