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Tue May 17, 2011 4:41 pm

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I am like a child on the shore.
I write in the sand.

My writing is wonderful and beautiful
which is how my life is now;
wonderful and beautiful
on so many different levels.

Suddenly, as I happily write
of my wonderful feelings,
beautiful thoughts, happy new friendships,
and marvelous successes in the cool,
wet sand the waves roll in and
wash my writing away.
And I cry like a child.

I cannot leave the shore on my own.
I want to leave the shore.
I know I must, but I cannot.
So I just continue to write
my beautiful life in the sand.
And for a fleeting moment
I am a happy child.
Then another wave of the memory of you,
your smile, your love, your beauty,
your warmth and compassion
washes through my mind and
obliterates all the writing.
And I cry as a child.

People pass me by.
I look up at the passers-by.
My eyes reveal my need, my despair.
I raise my hand for help.
I desperately want someone
to take my hand and walk me
away from the shore.
I ache, I yearn to write
in the sand where I know
it will not be washed away.
But no one takes my hand.

I cannot leave the shore on my own.
So I sit by the seaside.
I write in the sand.
And the waves wash it all away. And I cry.

God Loves You Kate.
And So Do I;



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