-Hey there Xanga

     Been a long time eh?  Today there has been a terriable mistake made on earth.  I ask you now god to please fix this mistake you have made, for I believe it was not time for my grandma to return back home.... I beg you to correct this because we are not ready to let her go...  It hurts me to even speak this news but at the same time comforts me to shed thease tears I have held back since the day I knew this day would come.  In my entire family you Grandma where the most respected and admired by all of us and others. You had sooo many strengths, and achievements you made then anyone I know of.  My list of this amazing women (whos time should not have come yet.) would go on and on as will she in the hearts of me and my family. I will close my xanga with a poetry I relate my feelings too so much. I love you Grandma Kinnison...

Sympathy

I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
   When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;
When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,
And the river flows like a stream of glass;
   When the first bird sings and the first bud opes,
And the faint perfume from its chalice steals—
I know what the caged bird feels!

I know why the caged bird beats his wing
   Till its blood is red on the cruel bars;
For he must fly back to his perch and cling
When he fain would be on the bough a-swing;
   And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars
And they pulse again with a keener sting—
I know why he beats his wing!

I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,
   When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,—
When he beats his bars and he would be free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
   But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core,
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings—
I know why the caged bird sings!

-Paul Dunbar

God Bless

Tim-

I just spent a wonderful evening out at the plaza I have not felt so happy in a while it was really fun. I felt like writing to get the rest of the pains off my chest. There has been alot of bad things that have happen lately in my life, and they all hurt me and people around me and I never feel like I handel any of them they way I really wanted too. I have convinced my self before that I was a accident and that I was not ment to be and that is why I could never experiance the holy spirit like everyone around me could.  I always run when it hurts, it seems to be the only way out sometimes, I have no idea if this is makeing any sense but I read this and feel to my knees in prayer every word lifted me higher and higher as if the writer knew exactly how I felt and I wanted to share it..

This poem was written by Russell Kelfer:

You are who you are for a reason.
You're part of an intricate plan.
You're a precious and perfect unique design,
Called God's special woman or man.

You look like you look for a reason.
Our God made no mistake.
He knit you together within the womb,
You're just what he wanted to make.

The parents you had were the ones he chose,
And no matter how you may feel,
They were custom-designed with God's plan in mind,
Any they bear the Master's seal.

No, that trauma you faced was not easy.
And God wept that it hurt you so;
But it was allowed to shape your heart
So that into his likeness you'd grow.

You are who you are for a reason,
You've been formed by the Master's rod.
you are who you are, beloved,
Because there is a God!!

God bless everyone...

This is my first post on this site, posted 4-25, I am still trying to figure out how all this works. It is really confusing to me becuase I am no good with computers at all. Peace