Hard Sweet Life

There are times when everything in your life seems not to be working out. Times when nothing you touch turns to Gold. And at that point in life, the question “What am I doing with my life?” seems like a tune you can’t get out of your head. Img source:http://www.wisestep.com/ You start questioning your sanity. Questioning how you made everything go wrong. Questioning God on the fate of your life. Blaming yourself. Blaming everyone else. Blaming the system. Blaming your life’s choices. Choices that seemed right at the time of making. Choices that have now brought you to this predicament. Choices you cannot go back and undo. And the question lingers on: what am I doing with my life?” “My life” encompasses many things. Could be a job that’s not working for you. You have no idea what the future and your job have in common. You feel stuck. When everyone else seems busy and enjoying themselves in the office, you are busy counting the hours till close of office. You have been apply...

The Mermaid, She came from the ocean, This wild girl from the sea, Her hair flowing southwards. She walked towards me, A west to east smile, With eyes steely grey, Like a storm in the darkness. Rolling in from the bay, We kissed with the sunrise, Made love when it set, A promise by moonlight, Came dawn, my regret. He left for the ocean, This boy from the land, His spirits soars northward, His heart in her hands,           --Michael Faudet

Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush, Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.   Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep   is a   poem   written in 1932 by   Mary Elizabeth Frye .