ONE PLUCKED FLOWER


ONE PLUCKED FLOWER

Standing on the corner

Waiting to cross the street

An eye turned in her direction

But no minds were to meet.

 

Crossed the street to the other side

The mistake was made that day

When paying no attention

To those who wanted to play.

 

Went into one business then another

All errands seemed complete

Walking back to where she came from

The other across the street.

 

Lush greens, bushes and trees

Held secrets no tongues did bare

When suddenly she was taken

Under the golden oak which she’s not aware.

 

She stumbled she fell she tripped

Tears flowing down her face

She was blinded by the lights

Never saw the human race.

 

Then a hand reached out and touched her

Soft voices she finally heard

Arms reached out and placed around her

Like heavenly  glowing birds.

 

She realized she would make it

She thanked God she was okay

But each night she laid her head to rest

She dreamed of that terrible day.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

02.05.2015

 

 

 

 

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Prayer Request, Let’s All Pray the Same Prayer


Prayer Request, Let’s All Pray the Same Prayer

I don’t have much time to be on here today as I have no help. I do want to ask for prayer. All prayers to be the same. To release Al of his strong will. To take a way his fear. The nurse had to come today because Al is almost unbearable.

He is terribly grouchy. He knows without a doubt he is dying and his mind won’t settle. He is bossy and stuttering so bad that me or the nurse can not understand…

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Prayer Request, Let’s All Pray the Same Prayer


I don’t have much time to be on here today as I have no help. I do want to ask for prayer. All prayers to be the same. To release Al of his strong will. To take a way his fear. The nurse had to come today because Al is almost unbearable.

He is terribly grouchy. He knows without a doubt he is dying and his mind won’t settle. He is bossy and stuttering so bad that me or the nurse can not understand him. He even call me a bitch, which was a rare word I don’t hear from his mouth. He has cried hard, and fought hard.  We don’t believe he is in terrible pain but refusing to let go. He always has been a strong-willed brother and he is definitely showing it right now.

Hospice says his oxygen is as low as yesterday and he is actively dying, so please pray for my special request. Let us all join hands and hearts for who ever reads my post today. Thank-you and bless you. Terry, Al’s sister.

 

 

 

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