Renee Robinson's Blog, page 19
September 19, 2013
Bullied
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Why hold me back, why not listen, see or hear
I mean something.
I am here.
I am as real as you.
Yet I feel I am made of wax.
A poor reflection of what might have been.
A mere rejection of the past.
A reminder of what might have been.
Bullied from the start.
Never able to fit.
Capturing my heart.
Holding it hostage.
Stabbing at its beat.
Hating my heritage
Trying to stop my song.
Stop my beat.
Why, I want to know?
What have I ever done?
Why does your darkness show?
Why all the hate?
The rewards of love are so much greater.
The reward is Heaven’s gate
Hate is lonely.
A deserted highway.
Crowded and alone.
With no one who cares.
Hate is full of pain.
Inflicted on others.
Filled with grief and despair
If only I had been given voice.
If only I could spread my wings
If only I had been given a choice.
I would destroy all hate
I would hold you in my harms
I would offer you my love
I would protect you from harm
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September 18, 2013
The Code of The Wolf
The night belongs to the Wolf.
Low he cometh
The trees rise to straighten their limbs
The Wind swiftly cleanses the meadows of debris
Small animals untie, they combine fruits
A gift for the Wolf
A show of gratitude
The larger beasts take cover
Hiding in boroughs, caverns and hollows
Keeping fearful eyes of the Wolf
Accepting the Wolf’s command
Though reluctantly
Each beast knowing Wolves stand together
Hunting as a group
A real beast hunts for himself
He does not care for the others
If only a Wolf were found walking alone
A beast, any beast could bring him down
The time will come, the time will come
The Hummingbirds sound their trumpet vines
The Wolf is near.
The circle of the pack draws in closer
Always surrounding the forest
Unseen but near
Following the order of the pack
It is how it is
It is how it has always been
It is how it always shall be
A beast can be heard growling quietly
Unable to contain his hatred
Mindlessly, he sharpens a claw across a flint
As he dreams of piercing the pelt of the Wolf
How foolish the forest is
The weak banning together, it is not natural!….grumbles another beast
Only the strong shall survive!
It is how it is
It is how it has always been
It is how it always shall be
The forest and everything within should bow to the great beast
The one who proves to be the strongest, the purest, the one who is most deserving!
The one who can stand alone, against any beast
The one who cares not a whit for anyone or anything except the Self
Foolish are the ways of the Wolf
As if on cue, the moon beams with pride
The sun, lowers her light
She shines in and out of clouds.
Carefully creating shadows and silhouettes.
Everything placed with precision.
A flawless sunset bursting with colors yet to be named
Excitedly both the Moon and the Sun look for the pack
Both finding at the exact time.
Suddenly the pack is in full view as the Moon and Sun shine spotlights
Working together as a team, creating a light show beyond beauty
And so the night goes
The forest chattering with the Wolf
Honored with the approval bestowed upon their small gifts, for they had pleased the pack
One by one, a beast made an appearance
Not out of desire, but out of fear
Knowing they must honor the pack, lest be ousted from the forest
Never to return
It is how it is
It is how it has always been
It is how it always shall be
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September 15, 2013
Footsteps of Time
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Painting love in my life
Vibrant and alive
Yellow shines bright
Forever shining with age
Memories long ago etched
Within the folds of golden days
Memories of today
Occurred so long ago
Time nearly passed me by
My eyes opened too slow
Wishing to retrace
The footsteps of time
Reliving happy days
Aged like fine wine
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This is an excerpt from a chapter of Dancing With Cancer. A memoir of a life with cancer.
What should one expect when traveling down Cancer Street? What does it do to personal relationships? How does it change one emotionally,spiritually and physically?
How does one deal with stepping on the stones of hell when nightmares and fear take over?
This is about one life with cancer. It is about all lives with cancer. It is about you, me and the person nextdoor. Cancer has no boundaries. Any one of us can end up walking down this street.
This book is to help us to cope with living with cancer day by day.
The night before surgery, I begin to prepare. I fasted all day which is not very difficult. I can’t eat even if I want to. It feels like a few hundred butterflies are hatching inside my stomach.
I am more than happy to take a shower as it gives me and my mind something else to do. The surgeon gave me a bottle of liquid shower soap. It smells like disinfectant, which I suppose is what it is. Per Doctor’s orders, I am to lather up my belly and soak in the suds for a few seconds. Next, I scrub with a steel-wool pad and repeat all over again. Well, okay. I am not using steel-wool. I am just making sure you are really paying attention. I hate to think I lost you somewhere in the shower. I am nervous enough without having to worry about you.
I allow the water to pour over me. I have apple scented shower soap and lather my peach shower puff. I relax and enjoy the apple scent swirls as it rises up to envelop me like a blanket. When I finish shaving, I pull out my favorite apple scent shampoo and create a thick white lather. I close my eyes and hide in the warm fog. As I rinse my hair, tears began to slip down my cheeks. I imagine it looks much like the water droplets training down the shower walls. I begin to pray. Right there, butt naked in the shower. Just God and I.
Dear Lord, I am scared. Please come into surgery with me. I told Him I am scared. Watch over Del and my family. I am asking for a miracle Dear Lord. Allow me to feel your healing touch. Be with me and my family every step of the way. In Jesus Christ, I pray. Amen.
Stepping out of the shower, I dry off with my favorite fluffy white towel. My belly is so clean it squeaks and I swear I just saw my belly button wink at me.
I have one final step to take in preparation. Moaning, I dig around until I find the enema I purchased earlier at the drug store. Sighing deeply, I pick up the box to read the directions. All of the comfort the shower just gave me, evaporates as I open the box. I stand staring at the illustrated contents.
Dropping my mouth open as my eyes grow wide in horror, “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I think. “Is that even possible?”
With nothing but a towel wrapped around me, I enter my bedroom, closing the door behind me. With a groan, I drop my soft fluffy towel and spread it on my bed along with a couple more. After studying the directions and one last disturbing glance at the diagram, I crawl on my bed to mimic the picture.
I feel like I am playing a demented game of twister. Place right and left knee on bed. Stick naked butt up in the air. With one elbow on the bed for support, reach back with free hand…
“Free hand? What free hand?” I think. ”OH! The hand holding the bottle with the horrifying applicator!” Swallow. ”Oh God.”
The instructions say to relax.”What idiot wrote this?” I mutter. “Obviously someone who has never tried this!”
Deep breath. Reaching back again and after a few failed attempts and watery eyes, I finally make contact. “Houston, we’re ready to lift-off.”
Quickly, I begin to squeeze the contents inside me. Big mistake as it ran right back out. Mortified, I s-l-o-w-l-y empty the contents. No wonder this particular bodily orifice has a puckered opening. It is nature’s way of clamping itself shut as if saying, “Hey idiot! Don’t even think about inserting anything in here!”
I barely get my arse out of the air when the stuff kicks in. The next couple of hours are spent cramping and trotting to the potty. Before surgery I think I will ask Doc to remove the ring from around my butt.
A couple of hours worth of bathroom trots later, I finally go to bed. As usual Del reaches over for a goodnight kiss. However this time his eyes pool up with water. He pulls me close and silently we weep. There is no need for words. We are one. We are going through this together. He holds me as if the act of letting go will mean I will be lost to him forever. We finally try to nestle down for sleep as our knees fold into each other cricket style. Del’s head against the back of my neck. His tears roll down into my ear, mine soak into my pillow. Together we sleep restlessly.
Pins and needles. He tosses. I turn. Each of us feigning sleep. Each of us sharing the same thoughts. We are scared. What if I must have an ostomy? The possibility is very real. I keep reminding myself if I must have one, it is to save my life.
An ostomy connects either the small or large intestine to the abdominal surface. The intestines are essentially re-routed to empty all excretions into an ostomy bag attached to the opening. When the large intestines are re-routed it is called a colostomy
It can be temporary or permanent. A temporary ostomy might be necessary if the intestinal tract is scarred or blocked by diseased tissue. In most cases a temporary ostomy can be reversed with minimal or no intestinal damage. If the intestinal function is impaired due to disease or if the intestinal muscles can no longer work properly, a permanent ostomy may be required. A permanent colostomy is often used in conjunction with inflammatory bowel disease and rectal cancers.
We start out spooning and end up flailing. What if I lose too much blood? A blood bank is stored up for me. What if more tumors are found? Rollover, curl up. What if I die? Del moans. Could it be cancer? I am so cold. Why am I so cold? It’s dark. So dark. No light anywhere. Darkness. Cold. Death.
I receive a one-way ticket from Hell. A mist consumes me. Dark. Damp. Cold.
“Congratulations. You have colon cancer”…stop…breath…colon cancer?
“Please watch your step and enjoy your stay”…what?…breathe, remember to breathe…
I hear the words over again, “Enjoy your stay…enjoy your stay…” I am transported into another world. Carrying a large burning torch, a demon named Cancer grabs me with his free arm and drags me into his lair. He is giddy with pleasure as he tries to sink his finger into my skull. Like a drill, his nail penetrates through flesh and bone. He stirs his finger around. Inside my skull. Inside my brain. Shrills of laughter echo and bounce off the damp, black, stone walls.
Quite suddenly Cancer withdraws his finger from my skull. He appears startled. He screams out with a high-pitch shrill I am certain wil make my ears bleed. My eyes clench tight and my hands fly to my ears in reflex. The screams bounce off the walls. It reminds me of a siren as it seems to slowly go farther and farther away but never stopping to shriek. Finally, the shrill vanishes within the mist. I take my hands off my ears but I keep my eyes clenched shut. Afraid the beast is still here. Afraid this is a trick. Afraid as soon as I open my eyes he will be right here in front of me sucking my brain matter off his fingertip.
I begin to sweat but I am frozen too. After what seems hours but is no more than a few moments, I open one eye. I sweep the dungeon from wall to wall as far as one eye can see. Satisfied I was alone I open the other eye. I almost wish I hadn’t.
Frightening shadows appear on the wall. Is it Cancer? My heart stops. Is he coming back? The walls seem to move to the beat of my heart. It smells of death. I shiver in fear, or maybe it is in cold. Alone. All alone.
With help from the torch, my eyes adjust to the darkness. The walls really are pulsating. I have the impression I am being digested! Cancer is consuming me. Quickly, I try to get the picture out of my mind. I remember how Cancer sucked my flesh off his finger. For the first time in my life I feel Terror. While Cancer consumes me, I feel the arms of Terror holding me into place. Unable to move or to even scream. Terror coils itself around me, taking my breath. Cancer and Terror are allies. Together they render me helpless.
Slay The Beast. Only I can see him. He has haunted me for years. His prophecies are real.The root of my fears. He finally attacked. I am fighting him off.
He is so strong. I am too soft. I have turned to mush. This is a long battle. There is no time to rest. His tail rattles. Ready to strike. The snake that he is. Venomous bite. Feeding on flesh. Sucking out blood. Bone and tissue. Poisonous flood. Craving my life Fangs in deep. Holding tight. Making me weep. But I will win. The beast will be slayed. He won’t get me down. Inside of a grave. Nae, wake up! Nae! Del shakes harder.
I spring bolt upright, gasping for air. My hair is wet and sticking to the side of my face. My skin clammy and my nightgown drenched in sweat. With a whimper I lay back down. Too hot to curl up against Del, I turnover. Back to back, we both drift back to sleep.
Glass shadows cracking under my feet. Step on a crack become obsolete. How did I get here? How do I leave? I feel like a trick, pulled out from a sleeve. I am in Wonderland without Alice. This is frightening full of malice.
Glass shadows casting on the land. Cracking under my feet as I stand. If I fall through, where will it lead? I can’t stay here, I must leave. How do I go, where is the way? Bring me guidance, don’t let me stray.
Cracking shadows full of lies. Shattered hearts and broken dreams. In a place which is not what it seems. Trust no one, all is bad. If I am stuck here much longer. I will go mad. A funhouse which never ends. Full of horrors and screams.
Close my eyes and pretend. Click my heels think of home. Open eyes, I see a gnome. But I am still here. What do I do? Pray for a prince. To make my dreams come true?
Take me away from shadows that crack. Take me away from shards of glass. Take me away from all that’s ill. But let me escape from some of the real? Can’t I have two worlds in one? No pain or hurt. No sickness or death. Gather all horror and leave it behind. Please leave me. Only a good design.
Take me from here. Take me away. Put it in a dream and scream it away.
Desperately, I look all around. I need Inspiration, Hope, Faith! I see nothing. “Please, come. I am here”, I shout out.
I pray. Dear God, please lift the shadows. Destroy the nightmares. Allow me to see your light. Do not allow my soul to be lost forever. I am your child. I put myself in your hands. Please Dear Lord, hear my words. The chains are broken. Though Cancer continues to lurk nearby, I am free! I spread my wings, the chains break-away. I arise. I arise. I arise!
Today, I am Okay. Today, I will be alright. What will tomorrow bring? I won’t know, until I turn the page..
Today is the day. Today is the day….breath…today is the day of the rest of my life
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September 14, 2013
Higher and Higher
The clouds burst open and Christ appears
“It’s time to come home.”
Christ is come. The time is now.
Are you lost or are you found?
Housewives, police and truckers too
Arise and fill the sky
East, west, north and south
Dancing and shouting in the sunrise
Christ has come, The King is here
The time has come,The time is today
“Hallelujah, I have been found!”
“Come unto me”, Christ did say
The power of Christ, electrifying
He pulled the sky apart
Suddenly my feet leave the ground
For Christ resides within my heart
Higher and higher, I rise up
I am not the least bit scared
For I am filled with the Holy Spirit
Thank God, my soul has been spared
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September 13, 2013
The Mission
Before Thee I kneel, with an honest heart.
Seeking, I am, for the touch of the Hand.
A wave gently moves through the air.
The wind picking up speed. The breeze, catching my hair.
It is then I feel the touch of the hand.
Both loving and strong, allowing me to understand.
We must come together, the Spirit and I,
I must look within as I close my eyes.
I must see the future as written long ago.
For I will see my destination.
My Spiritual path, How it changes and grows.
My life’s mission, Showing me where to go.
I see now. I must reach out.
The hand that touches me, Guides my hand out.
Out I must reach. Out I must go. Out I must teach.
I am chosen to show. I have survived. I have been healed.
I have been blessed. My fate is sealed.
My Spirit met my Soul. My Soul came to me.
I went to pray upon my knees.
It was then the magic happened.
I was touched by the hand.
Everything came together.
A miracle was planned.
Just as I willed it, The Lord came through.
The wind began to sing, as the breeze blew.
My eyes were opened. It was then I knew.
I was healed. I have a mission.
I am to love and to share. I am to prepare to rise.
I see now. I must reach out.
The hand that touches me, Guides my hand out
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September 7, 2013
Chapter 4 Dancing With Cancer
This is a preview of my novel I am currently working on. Let me know your thoughts. This is Chapter 4. It is the night before I have part of my colon removed. It is also when we think the tumor is non-cancerous.:
Chapter 4
Images of the tumor growing inside of me kept playing in my head. My body was being invaded and I had to get rid of the intruder.
Since being diagnosed, I have felt like a hamster on a wheel which never stops. Time stands still and time flies by. I’m living in an upside down world where nothing makes sense anymore. I have turned into Alice and have fallen through the looking-glass.
So on the day of surgery, I find myself running on a treadmill instead. All the while the words of the White Rabbit chimed over and over in my head:
“I’m late. I’m late. For a very important date. No time to say hello goodbye. I’m late, I’m late, I’m late!”
Embrace Me
Embrace me, Embrace you
I see you, I see me
Reflections in the mirror
Do you belong to me?
My hand touches liquid glass
Reaches inside
And stepping through
Alice’s Wonderland
A beginning, brand new
Inside the mirror
The mirror’s outside
It matters not
Life is a ride
Tackle each hurdle
Come what may
Step through life
Day by day
Life is the same
All is different
Joy and sorrow
Wild and tame
Emotional coaster rides
On top of the mountain
Down in the valley
Swing low, reach high
To become who you are
Embrace who you once were
Love and acceptance
Helps the circle to turn
Love me here
Love me there
When in need
I am here and I care
Take my love
Take my hand
Together
Complete
In a mystical wonderland
The night before surgery, I begin to prepare. I fasted all day which was not very difficult. I couldn’t eat even if I wanted to. I felt like a few hundred butterflies hatched in my stomach.
I was more than happy to take a shower as it gave me and my mind something else to do. The surgeon gave me a bottle of liquid shower soap. It smells like disinfectant, which I suppose is what it was. Per Doctor’s orders, I am to lather up my belly and soak in the suds for a few seconds. Next, I scrub with a steel-wool pad and repeat all over again. Well, okay. I didn’t use a steel-wool. I was just making sure you were really paying attention. I hate to think I lost you somewhere in the shower. I am nervous enough without having to worry about you.
I allow the water to pour over me. I have apple scented shower soap and lather my peach shower puff. I tried to relax and enjoy the apple scented swirls as it rose up to envelop me like a blanket. When I finished shaving, I pull out my favorite apple scent shampoo and creat a thick white lather. I close my eyes and hid in the warm fog. As I rinse my hair, tears began to slip down my cheeks. I imagine it looks much like the water droplets training down the shower walls. I began to pray. Right there, butt naked in the shower. Just me and God. I told Him I am scared. I ask Him to come to surgery with me. I ask him to please watch over Del and my family. I pray for a miracle and His healing touch.
I got out of the shower and towel off with my favorite fluffy white towel. My belly is so clean it squeaks and I swear I saw my belly button wink in pride.
Now I have one final step to take in preparation. I have to give myself an enema. Earlier, I placed the enema box with its contents in the bathroom. With a deep sigh, I pick it up off the sink. All of the comfort the shower just gave me, evaporated as I open the box. I stand staring at the illustrated contents.
My mouth fell open as my eyes involuntarily roll, “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I think. “Is this even possible?”
With nothing but a towel wrapped around me, I enter my bedroom, closing the door behind me. With a groan, I drop my soft fluffy towel and spread it on my bed along with a couple more. After studying the directions and one last disturbing glance at the diagram, I crawl on my bed to mimic the picture.
I feel like I am playing a demented game of twister. Place right and left knee on bed. Stick naked butt up in the air. With one elbow on the bed for support, reach back with free hand…
“Free hand? What free hand?” I think. ”OH! The hand holding the bottle with the horrifying applicator!” Swallow. ”Oh God.”
Ironically the instructions tell me to relax. ”What idiot wrote this?” I mutter. “Obviously someone smart enough to not have tried doing this!”
Deep breath. I reached back again and after a few attempts and watery eyes, I finally made contact. “Houston, we’re ready to lift-off”
I tried to quickly squeeze the contents inside me. It did not take me long to realize my mistake as it ran right back out. Mortified, I s-l-o-w-l-y empty the contents. No wonder this particular bodily orifice has a puckered opening. It is nature’s way of clamping itself shut as if saying, “Hey idiot! Don’t even think about inserting anything in here!”
Once my butt finally consumed the contents of the enema, I immediately ran to the bathroom. The enema immediately kicking in. I barely got my butt out of the air when I began to feel the urge to quickly run to the bathroom. I stay there so long I believe I will have to ask the Doctor to remove the ring from around my butt.
After a couple of hours worth of bathroom trots, I am finally able to go to bed. As usual Del reaches over for a goodnight kiss. However this time his eyes pool up with water. He holds me close and silently we weep. There was no need for words. We are one. We are going through this together. He holds me as if the act of letting go would mean I would be lost to him forever. We finally try to nestle down for sleep as our knees fold into each other. Del’s head against the back of my neck. His tears rolling down into my ear, mine soaking into my pillow. Together we sleep restlessly.
Pins and needles. He tosses. I turn. Each of us feigning sleep. Each of us sharing the same thoughts. We are scared. What if I must have an ostomy? The possibility is very real. I keep reminding myself if I must have one, it is to save my life.
An ostomy connects either the small or large intestine to the abdominal surface. The intestines are essentially re-routed to empty all excretions into an ostomy bag attached to the opening. When the large intestines are re-routed it is called a colostomy
It can be temporary or permanent. A temporary ostomy might be necessary if the intestinal tract is scarred or blocked by diseased tissue. In most cases a temporary ostomy can be reversed with minimal or no intestinal damage. If the intestinal function is impaired due to disease or if the intestinal muscles can no longer work properly or removed, a permanent ostomy may be required. A permanent colostomy is often used in conjunction with inflammatory bowel disease and rectal cancers.
We start out spooning and end up flailing. What if I lose too much blood? A blood bank is stored up for me. What if more tumors are found? Rollover, curl up. What if I die? Del moans. Could it be cancer? I am so cold. Why am I so cold? It’s dark. So dark. No light anywhere. Darkness. Cold. Death.
I receive a one-way ticket from Hell. A mist consumes me. Dark. Damp. Cold.
“Congratulations. You have colon cancer”…stop…breath…colon cancer?
“Please watch your step and enjoy your stay”…what?…breathe, remember to breathe…
I heard the words over again, “Enjoy your stay…enjoy your stay…” I am transported into another world. Carrying a large burning torch, a demon named Cancer grabs me with his free arm and drags me into his lair. He is giddy with pleasure as he tries to sink his finger into my skull. Like a drill, his nail penetrates through flesh and bone. He stirs his finger around. Inside my skull. Inside my brain. Shrills of laughter echo and bounce off the damp, black, stone walls.
Quite suddenly Cancer withdraws his finger from my skull. He appears startled. He screams out with a high-pitch shrill I was certain would make my ears bleed. My eyes clench tight and my hands flew to my ears in reflex. The screams hit off the walls. It reminds me of a siren as it seems to slowly go farther and farther away but never stopping to shriek. Finally, the shrill vanishes within the mist. I take my hands off my ears but I still had my eyes clench shut. Afraid the beast is still here. Afraid this is a trick. Afraid as soon as I open my eyes he will be right here in front of me sucking my brain matter off his fingertip.
I begin to sweat but I am frozen too. After what seems hours but is no more than a few moments, I open one eye. I sweep the dungeon from wall to wall as far as one eye can see. Satisfied I was alone I open the other eye. I almost wish I hadn’t.
frightening shadows appear on the wall. Was it Cancer? My heart stops. Was he coming back? The walls seem to move to the beat of my heart. It smells of death. I shiver in fear, or maybe it is in cold. Alone. All alone.
With help from the torch, my eyes adjust to the darkness. I see the walls really are pulsating. Suddenly, I have the impression I am being digested! Cancer is consuming me. Quickly, I try to get the picture out of my mind. I remember how Cancer sucked my flesh off his finger. For the first time in my life I feel Terror. While Cancer consumes me, I feel the arms of Terror as it holds me into place. Unable to move or to even scream. Terror coils itself around me, taking my breath. Cancer and Terror are allies. Together they render me helpless.
Slay The Beast
Only I can see him.
He has haunted me for years.
His prophecies are real.
The root of my fears.
He finally attacked.
I am fighting him off.
He is so strong.
I am too soft.
I have turned to mush.
This has been a long battle.
There is no time to rest. His tail rattles.
Ready to strike.
The snake that he is.
Venomous bite.
Feeding on flesh.
Sucking out blood.
Bone and tissue.
Poisonous flood.
Craving my life
Fangs in deep.
Holding tight
Making me weep
But I will win
The beast will be slayed He won’t get me down. Inside of a grave.
Nae, wake up!
Nae! Del shakes harder.
I spring bolt upright, gasping for air. My hair is wet and sticking to the side of my face. My skin clammy and my nightgown drenched in sweat. With a whimper I lay back down. Too hot to curl up against Del, I turn over. Back to back, we both drift back to sleep.
Glass Shadows
Glass shadows cracking under my feet
Step on a crack become obsolete
How did I get here? How do I leave?
I feel like a trick, pulled out from a sleeve
I am in Wonderland without Alice
This is frightening full of malice
Glass shadows casting on the land
Cracking under my feet as I stand
If I fall through, where will it lead?
I can’t stay here, I must leave
How do I go, where is the way?
Bring me guidance, don’t let me stray
Cracking shadows full of lies
Shattered hearts and broken dreams
In a place which is not what it seems
Trust no one, all is bad
If I am stuck here much longer
I will go mad
A funhouse which never ends
Full of horrors and screams
Close my eyes and pretend
Click my heels think of home
Open eyes, I see a gnome
But I am still here
What do I do?
Pray for a prince
To make my dreams come true?
Take me away from shadows that crack
Take me away from shards of glass
Take me away from all that’s ill
But let me escape from some of the real?
Can’t I have two worlds in one?
No pain or hurt
No sickness or death
Gather all horror and leave behind
Please leave me
Only a good design.
Take me from here. Take me away. Put it in a dream and scream it away.
Desperately, I look all around. I need Inspiration, Hope, Faith! I see nothing. “Please, come. I am here”, I shout out.
I pray. Dear God, please lift the shadows. Allow me to see your light. Do not allow my soul to be lost forever. I am your child. I put myself in your hands. Please Dear Lord, hear my words. The chains are broken. Though Cancer continues to lurk nearby, I am free! I spread my wings, the chains break-away. I arise. I arise. I arise!
Today, I am Okay. Today, I will be alright. What will tomorrow bring? I won’t know, until I turn the page..
Today is the day. Today is the day….breath…today is the day of the rest of my life.
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September 1, 2013
The Revelation
Below is the second half of Mom’s vision. As I began to write, it came out more like a poetic story. I thought it would be part of the song. For now, it is what it is. I am happy Mom’s vision touched me as much as it did her. Now that I wrote it all out, I feel the love and comfort she had felt. . I was able to have this vision as I wrote it. I was there with my mom. It is a blessing we both share
http://naesnest.me/2013/08/31/the-revelation-part-1/ For those who did not read the first half of Mom’s vision, I have included a link.
Enjoy-Renee
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We heard someone shouting. A sinner by the wayside.
I reached out to Jesus, I stood by His side.
I held my head up, My allegiance defined.
“I want to talk to this woman, how did she manage to fly?”
“I don’t believe in Jesus, this is a trick of the eye.”
“It is not too late to ask forgiveness, to get on your knees and pray.”
“Christ can cleanse your soul of all sin, On this, the judgement day”
The power of God rose up as a cloud, embracing the sinner inside a shroud.
And cleansing his soul, filling him with peace. And the man stood up, all sin was released.
“Hallelujah, I see Him! The man you call Christ! He healed me today, He didn’t think twice!”
“I’ve even killed a man, I was so filled with hate. His blood washed the sin away, I wasn’t too late.”
“We will all be healed. We can all be saved. We can all enter into the pearly gates.”
I am going to heaven one day soon. There is a place reserved for me.
Christ is coming back to take his children home. My vision, I share for us all to see.
I have seen the streets of gold and how they shine like glass.
I ran and then I skated and soon I took flight. I had no more pain. I felt as young as a lass.
I came to a mountain covered in graves. I saw the graves open and souls rising up. They were all children, there souls were all saved.
Infants rose up, a special place, just for them. Families reunited, In a new home free of sin
Burdens of life are getting down. Sickness overcomes me. My heart is weak.n. My soul grows tired. It is Christ I seek
Will I be ready, Is my heart pure? Forgiven of all sin. How can I been sure?
Can You give me a sign, letting me know, that my soul is ready to walk the streets of gold?
For I am weary, My heart ails. Will I be ready when His ship sails?
Christ then gave me this vision letting me know. I have a place in heaven. I will one day go.
Renee Robinson
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August 31, 2013
The Revelation, Part 1
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Last night Jesus came to me, His answer to my prayer
He came to comfort me, In a moment of despair
I felt His breath upon my cheek, as He spoke softly to me
“No worries for your soul, I came to comfort thee”
“My angels encircle you, Their touch a caress”
“Nothing will hold you back, you are one of the blessed”
I saw Jesus last night, I touched the Hand of Christ
A vision, He sent to me, letting me know I can rest
Gently He touched my cheek, with His soft breath
The Hand of Christ I have held, I’ve been richly blessed
My feet will touch the streets of gold
It will be a day of celebration
With a host of angels, I will dance
Jesus is my inspiration
Christ is coming back and with the angels I will soar
Rising up toward Heaven, God’s Kingdom I’ll explore
He said “Come unto Me” and reached with His hand
“Once you were lost, but with Me you now stand”
I am going to rise up, Nothing will hold me back
Once I was lost, But now I am on track
We’re having a revelation. The sky parted, like the Red Sea
I asked the Lord for a sign, He painted this vision for me
In God’s arena we will gather, His prophecy fulfilled
This is the second coming, Praise God, I have chills
Christ is coming back, and with the Angels I will fly
I heard a trumpet sound, as Christ parted the sky
“Along with my angels, I command you to rise”
A soldier in His army, I am one of His tribe
Looking down, I saw faces, Brothers and Sisters in Christ
All were fueled with the Light of Jesus, Their faith stayed good and strong.
One by one, they joined me, For Christ had come, to take us home
Renee Robinson
My mother was in the hospital a little while back. While there, she was scared. She began to pray and asked God for a sign that her soul was saved. Within just minutes, she had a vision. It gave her such comfort. She has never forgotten it. I asked her to tell me of her vision so that I could write a song when I felt moved to do so. I have kept the story of her vision in wordpress for a few months. Every time I tried to write about it, the words just wouldn’t come. Finally, I decided to do what I always do. I waited until the words just “came” to me. I believe, when I write spiritual poetry, songs or stories, my words are of God. He gives me these words when they are meant to be heard. Maybe this song is not just for my mom. Maybe it is for one of you. May God bless and touch you all. – Renee
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August 30, 2013
Majestic
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Pick me up and send me away
Take me to Wolf, take me today
I need his touch. It soothes and heals
His soul is needed to break the seal
No one else can help, I am in great need.
My soul needs repaired for my will to proceed
Without him I am wounded, my world upside down
His soul is mine and mine is his
Torn apart, the pain of a broken heart
Nothing can harm me, with the wolf by my side
Majestic he is, my spirit guide
He talks to the moon, he speaks to the wind
Our spirits dance, he is my twin
We speak the same language
We share the same thoughts
His heart may be broken, his soul incomplete
We share the same pain. When will it end?
I am fighting so hard. Lord, my body please mend.
A wave of your hand, the feel of your breath
Full of healing power, My prayer please accept
Renee Robinson
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