I interrupt this normally scheduled “Not-My-Poetry” day for a poem of my ow-em. All you true poets (consult list below), go easy on me.
What is real life without struggle,
And is courage true without fear?
There is no movement without friction.
It is loss that reveals what is dear.
And PS—Doubt makes really good fuel for faith, but I ran out of rhymes….
For some honest poets, check out these sites:
https://poetrybydeborahann.wordpress.com/
http://enthusiasticallydawn.com/
https://nicodemasplusthree.wordpress.com/about/
https://jacobemet.wordpress.com/
And for today’s REAL poem, it’s Mitch Teemley! (It’ll be posted later this evening!)
THANKS to the ones who
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our lives with their words!
Very gracious and well done. What an encourager you are
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Have fun today in the smokies!!
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We will. Going up Ober Gatlinburg later this morning, and probably kind of chill this afternoon. Crab leg buffet tonight. Drive home tomorrow. Ugh. It’s been relaxing for the most part. So many make vacation so event packed it is harder work than work. Not me. I am perfectly ok with sitting in the chair reading or something.
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“It is loss that reveals what is dear.” Indeed. If only we were wiser but, alas, we are not, and this is painfully true.
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Mitch! Thanks for reading. Your’s comes out this evening (I figure more people are blogging then….)
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I love it – and the last line too. Good job. Thanks for mentioning me as well. I’m humbled to be on your list!😍😉
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Good job!
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