tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245131160534112763.post6170523227974546728..comments2023-11-02T05:04:07.941-05:00Comments on A Lifetime of Days: Deep calls to deepAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07219986489903886940noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245131160534112763.post-29729251639590364632012-06-30T22:18:25.322-05:002012-06-30T22:18:25.322-05:00Her crumpled shoulders bear the weight of a hundre...Her crumpled shoulders bear the weight of a hundred summer suns<br />And, heavier still, the burden of unrequited hope.<br /><br /><br />oh, holly. this is breathtaking. and yes, dirt being the bridge... this, i think, is the secret to humility, to realizing we are nothing more than what God makes of us. bless you. and may you find that water... (i'm seeking it, too)Mommy Emilyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09989213786947802537noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245131160534112763.post-1738877378346025762012-06-29T06:18:11.311-05:002012-06-29T06:18:11.311-05:00there is water there...and it is a great truth tha...there is water there...and it is a great truth that life is found in death...and sometimes things must die to make the way...but there is water there...Brian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245131160534112763.post-31530509355280031342012-06-28T22:38:56.940-05:002012-06-28T22:38:56.940-05:00This is timely for me. This line will stick with m...This is timely for me. This line will stick with me through my dreams tonight:<br /><br />"I marvel that this dirt, composed of things that are dying, is the bridge to what lives."<br /><br />This piece broke my heart and bowed me low and gave me hope all at the same time. Thank you for your words.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245131160534112763.post-60068288854248683392012-06-28T20:47:21.129-05:002012-06-28T20:47:21.129-05:00Your words are so sad at first. Then there's a...Your words are so sad at first. Then there's a little hope. But all the time sadness surrounds you. And I want to gather that child in my arms and help her live. You can make me see pictures with your words. Thank you again Holly. And again, I'm so glad that we are cousins.Lorihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10909996426232485565noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245131160534112763.post-15462204436249281842012-06-28T18:01:10.696-05:002012-06-28T18:01:10.696-05:00Shelly,
So glad you found me, too!Shelly,<br />So glad you found me, too!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07219986489903886940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245131160534112763.post-55462774137455827592012-06-28T17:33:59.423-05:002012-06-28T17:33:59.423-05:00this is so lovely. So happy to find you through Em...this is so lovely. So happy to find you through Emily's place. Your words paint a picture of drought and hope all at the same time.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245131160534112763.post-75531875414365990622012-06-28T16:48:21.602-05:002012-06-28T16:48:21.602-05:00Eyvonne,
I'm so glad that we found each other,...Eyvonne,<br />I'm so glad that we found each other, aren't you? Grateful for your words...alwaysAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07219986489903886940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245131160534112763.post-36198270138538318862012-06-28T16:39:45.751-05:002012-06-28T16:39:45.751-05:00I'm not sure how exactly you do this, but I am...I'm not sure how exactly you do this, but I am completely drawn in with the first sentence.<br /><br />Your writing leaves me breathless.Eyvonnehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10384005879009517325noreply@blogger.com