Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Peace in My Soul

Written by Sylvia input from billy rob

My soul feels quite shattered, like it's in a million pieces
and the puzzle must be solved before this hard pain ceases.
I will ask my God each night to place peace in my soul

maybe it can fill this void and help me to feel whole.

Battles rage within my soul, will all these pieces fit?
Until I see the puzzle solved, I will not submit.
Battles rage within my soul, I must end this march to madness,
with God's help, I'll prevail and purge myself of sadness.

Copyright © 2007 Sylvia A. Feeley All Rights Reserved

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Ruth’s Journey

Written by Sylvia Feeley on behalf of your friends worldwide

If you would like to read Ruth's story visit this blog.
There Are A Million Stories In The Naked City

The past two years have been a long journey
Through an illness that wrought its damage
On a vibrant man, the love of your life, Mick
Now that journey has come to an end

Along the way there were days full of sunshine and laughter
And days of rain and gloom, days in the garden
Through it all the smiles were still there
Memories made to last you a lifetime

Through this journey, friends from around the world were made
Your words conveyed to us the love that you have for Mick
The same words that made us your friends, a small part of your life
You shared laughter, joy, tears and fears with us

With photos displayed, life with Mick was shared
The Joker, Holiday Maker, Hiker, the Gardener
Granddad, Dad, Son, Brother and Uncle
And most important of all, Lover and Husband to Ruth

Friends you have made were honored
To take this journey by your side
We share in the grief you feel now
And Mick will be missed by us all

Even though one journey has ended
A new one has begun for you
Each time you look to the heavens
And see a twinkling star, know that it is Mick watching over you

Copyright © 2007 Sylvia A. Feeley All Rights Reserved

Sunday, April 8, 2007

Three Little Words

Written by Sylvia

Three little words, “I am sorry”,
So miniscule, yet so significant

I must say these three little words
For I have spoken hurtful things to you

When unkind words are uttered
They can never be unspoken

Therefore, I must say to you, my friend,
“I am sorry”

Copyright © 2007 Sylvia A. Feeley All Rights Reserved

Tuesday, April 3, 2007

The Gift

Written by Sylvia

I was sweet sixteen when my first love came to me
He was dashing and handsome, my heart was taken
Our love blossomed and then he took my virginity, you see
And life as I knew it would never be the same again

Plans were made to be married on a cool fall day,
in his hometown and I would finish my education
School ended and I worked that summer much to my dismay
And I was filled with anticipation for that day to arrive

On a lazy summer afternoon, a day I remember well
The telephone rang and mother said the call was for me
As I put the receiver to my ear, I heard him say, oh hell
I don’t know how to say this, but I’ve been lying to you

I’m engaged to another, we’re getting married today
Just thought I should call to let you know and have a good life
I dropped the phone, I could not speak and my soul was betrayed
My heart was barely beating, felt as if it had been ripped apart

My mother held me in her arms to comfort me and dry my tears
Hours passed before I could find the words to tell her what he said
I threw away the mementos of him trying to calm my fears
Desperate to erase the memory without much success

He’ll always be hidden in my mind, never to let me forget
And if someone else appears, a wall goes up to protect myself
All because I can never trust anyone again, I regret
Since that day when I was just sweet sixteen

Memories of the pain when that call came left me forever numb
And this one event became the foundation of my life
Fear of hurt if I gave to another could not be overcome
This is the gift my first love gave to me when I was sweet sixteen

Copyright © 2007 Sylvia A. Feeley All Rights Reserved