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Author Name: FreeFirestoneFeinberg 6 Comments
Date Added: May 03, 2012 10:05:33 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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THE TRUTH IS YOU'RE ALIVE
b’’h
5/2/12


THE TRUTH IS YOU’RE ALIVE

—To Dear Florence —



The truth is you’re alive.
You didn’t die.
So you have no choice;

You can’t give up. Too bad!
You’re stuck
Here.

So you might as well
Try
To get well fast.

Like it or not
You’re alive!




Author's Notes:
To a dear friend who, after a grueling experience of open-heart surgery -- with complications -- told me she feels like 'giving up'.
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Comment By: Freee. Gene Myers on May 6, 2012 03:29:54 AM Report
I know the feeling well, but that is not our choice.  We agreed to live our lives the way God presented them to us in the pre-existence before we came to earth.  Only He has the right to allow us to return to Heaven.  Many times I gone to bed and in my night time prayers I have asked to be allowed to return and have never been given the permission to do so.  I'd have missed some wonderful experiences had He allowed me to end my life.

We just never know what is ahead of us that would never happen,

or whose lives we might touch in their times of need,

should we die before our appointed time. 

Thanks for being there for her

Gene 

Comment By: FreeAeon Onopka on May 4, 2012 06:16:10 PM Report
This is such a genuine message, my friend. Beautifully written...great depth in such simple words.



Aeon


Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on May 4, 2012 03:55:58 PM Report


 A time where the pain is so bad you want to give up!! But there alive for a reason....

 STand up get out of that bed!!! Awesome poem my friend....

 Love ~ She Whispers

Comment By: FreeAlistair Muir on May 4, 2012 12:39:43 AM Report
Beautifully expressed -- life - - a reluctant gift...but one that should be cherished.  You are such a skilled pen-man -- long may you embrace life and so us entertain -- bless you -- and may your friend absorb your message and live long -- happily...



Alistair

Comment By: FreeKymberly Donn on May 3, 2012 03:35:07 PM Report
Some times a challenge, even a gentle one such as this is just what the soul needs to mend the mind and body! Give her the what-for! Well done and God speed to your friends recovery.



Anna

Comment By: FreeTomahawk on May 3, 2012 10:44:24 AM Report


If anyone can talk her out of such foolishness, it's YOU, bud. Let her know you're there!


 


Len


 


 





 


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