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lu_rosemary Joined Wed 09/11/13 Posts: 9123	Mon 12/11/17 04:51 PM
Blessed Be you For hearing my prayers An angel is reaching out to you When there’s a storm There is protection For him, the child In the street Wondering Thinking What will I have tomorrow He is alone with he’s thoughts Thinking not knowing The answer In his solitude With the same wonder For years He was searching Protection A meal A home Hoping and thinking I just have me And it’s enough Solitude, you teach me You make me grow I had my water Just one glass I am blessed Because it’s mine

dolphin0925 Joined Tue 08/18/15 Posts: 1900	Mon 12/11/17 09:15 PM
nice poem It is in solitude that we sometimes find the answers within ourselves........ Contemplating, meditating, realizing...appreciating the things around you, in peace and quiet, being one with your surrounding, in deep thought you become one with your inner self. Grateful for everything you have now, embracing your aloneness...yes in solitude the world is all yours...just you and the earth beneath you. Just glad to be alone, drinking the beauty of it all. How blessed are you with the life bestowed upon you. In your solitude and in prayer, you are one with God...May all your prayers be answered.

Unknow Joined Sat 03/15/08 Posts: 1972	Tue 12/12/17 04:30 PM
Solitude get old after awhile

SangreAmihan Joined Fri 07/28/17 Posts: 1	Wed 12/13/17 03:16 AM
nice poem...thanks for sharing.

technovative Joined Sat 03/01/14 Posts: 2627	Wed 12/13/17 07:37 PM
A thought provoking piece. Thanks for sharing it, my friend.

scepticalsoulmate Joined Wed 08/24/16 Posts: 9737	Wed 12/13/17 07:52 PM
Alone but not lonely .., nice one Lou

lu_rosemary Joined Wed 09/11/13 Posts: 9123	Thu 12/14/17 10:37 AM
Thank you, my beauty. and thank you everyone. I aprreciate all of you.

Ladywind7 Joined Sun 04/08/12 Posts: 7833	Thu 12/14/17 02:40 PM
This reminds me of all the homeless children, The Matchgirl and gratitude. Nice x

lu_rosemary Joined Wed 09/11/13 Posts: 9123	Thu 12/14/17 05:31 PM
On a cold New Year's Eve, a poor, young girl tries to sell matches in the street. She is already shivering from cold and early hypothermia, and she is walking barefoot having lost her too large slippers.[1] Still, she is too afraid to go home, because her father will beat her for not selling any matches, and also as the many cracks in their shack can't keep out the cold wind. The girl takes shelter in a nook or alley and sits down.[2] The girl lights the matches to warm herself. In their glow she sees several lovely visions, starting with a warm stove, then a luxurious holiday feast where the goose almost jumps out at her, and then a magnificent Christmas tree larger than the one at the rich merchant's house. The girl looks skyward and sees a shooting star; she then remembers her late grandmother saying that such a falling star means someone is dying and is going to Heaven. As she lights the next match, she sees a vision of her grandmother, the only person to have treated her with love and kindness all through her life. To keep the vision of her grandmother alive for as long as she can, the girl lights the entire bundle of matches at once. After running out of matches the child dies and her grandmother carries her soul to Heaven. The next morning, passers-by find the girl dead in the nook, frozen with a smile on her face, and guess the reason for the burnt-out matches beside her. They feel pity for her, although they had not shown kindness to her before her death. They have no way of knowing about the wonderful visions she saw before her death or how gloriously she is celebrating the New Year in Heaven with her grandmother. i read this book and i cried. wiki.com. i know what you mean.

Ladywind7 Joined Sun 04/08/12 Posts: 7833	Fri 12/15/17 12:33 AM
It is a tragedy, but a beautiful story Lu. I think innocence suffering in a mostly corrupt world is the most difficult to comprehend.

lu_rosemary Joined Wed 09/11/13 Posts: 9123	Fri 12/15/17 11:31 AM
sigh.

mig25 Joined Sun 08/10/08 Posts: 1528	Sat 12/16/17 07:58 AM
Blessed Be you For hearing my prayers An angel is reaching out to you When there’s a storm There is protection For him, the child In the street Wondering Thinking What will I have tomorrow He is alone with he’s thoughts Thinking not knowing The answer In his solitude With the same wonder For years He was searching Protection A meal A home Hoping and thinking I just have me And it’s enough Solitude, you teach me You make me grow I had my water Just one glass I am blessed Because it’s mine I love this!!!!

joethebricky Joined Sat 08/04/12 Posts: 12740	Sat 12/16/17 08:47 AM
Nice my friend

sayidber Joined Thu 05/18/17 Posts: 3	Fri 01/12/18 02:47 PM
...........Love you! en effet c'est par l'amour et la bonté qu'on peut convertir le mal en bien....thank you very much!

lu_rosemary Joined Wed 09/11/13 Posts: 9123	Mon 01/29/18 01:55 PM
Blessed Be you For hearing my prayers An angel is reaching out to you When there’s a storm There is protection For him, the child In the street Wondering Thinking What will I have tomorrow He is alone with he’s thoughts Thinking not knowing The answer In his solitude With the same wonder For years He was searching Protection A meal A home Hoping and thinking I just have me And it’s enough Solitude, you teach me You make me grow I had my water Just one glass I am blessed Because it’s mine

2KidsMom Joined Tue 09/30/08 Posts: 58206	Mon 01/29/18 01:56 PM


Frhe Joined Thu 01/18/18 Posts: 192	Mon 01/29/18 01:59 PM
C’est la vie !!

lu_rosemary Joined Wed 09/11/13 Posts: 9123	Thu 02/01/18 11:52 AM


Doug1364 Joined Sun 01/28/18 Posts: 22	Fri 02/09/18 08:20 AM
your poem made me smile, including the feedback it recieved

trackcoachred Joined Sat 03/02/13 Posts: 169	Sat 02/24/18 12:01 PM
On a cold New Year's Eve, a poor, young girl tries to sell matches in the street. She is already shivering from cold and early hypothermia, and she is walking barefoot having lost her too large slippers.[1] Still, she is too afraid to go home, because her father will beat her for not selling any matches, and also as the many cracks in their shack can't keep out the cold wind. The girl takes shelter in a nook or alley and sits down.[2] The girl lights the matches to warm herself. In their glow she sees several lovely visions, starting with a warm stove, then a luxurious holiday feast where the goose almost jumps out at her, and then a magnificent Christmas tree larger than the one at the rich merchant's house. The girl looks skyward and sees a shooting star; she then remembers her late grandmother saying that such a falling star means someone is dying and is going to Heaven. As she lights the next match, she sees a vision of her grandmother, the only person to have treated her with love and kindness all through her life. To keep the vision of her grandmother alive for as long as she can, the girl lights the entire bundle of matches at once. After running out of matches the child dies and her grandmother carries her soul to Heaven. The next morning, passers-by find the girl dead in the nook, frozen with a smile on her face, and guess the reason for the burnt-out matches beside her. They feel pity for her, although they had not shown kindness to her before her death. They have no way of knowing about the wonderful visions she saw before her death or how gloriously she is celebrating the New Year in Heaven with her grandmother. i read this book and i cried. wiki.com. i know what you mean. As a child, experiencing poverty and homelessness, my life was touched by kindness. Although unfairly distributed, there is abundant kindness and the release of that generosity is only for many, a choice away. Your writing is beautiful and thought provoking. Thank you for sharing.