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Rainstorm

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In the fire of a rainstorm

I went searching for you

But the dead bones of our ancestors

Tripped up my feet

And then I found myself

Running on quicksand

It pulled me into the deep

Where I strugglimg to hold myself

And not disappear inside the force of your passion

Fed on mother loss

There in the shadows of your soul

Live humger and anger

Covering so much sorrow

All I can do is weep for our orphan state

Lost in a rainstorm

Sruggling to find our way

Home to love

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Published by: emergingfromthedarknight

"The religious naturalist is provisioned with tales of natural emergence that are, to my mind, far more magical than traditional miracles. Emergence is inherent in everything that is alive, allowing our yearning for supernatural miracles to be subsumed by our joy in the countless miracles that surround us." Ursula Goodenough How to describe oneself? People are a mystery and there is so much more to us than just our particular experiences or occupations. I could write down a list of attributes and they still might not paint a complete picture pf Deborah Louise and in any case it would not be the full truth of me. I would say that my purpose here on Wordpress is to express some of my random experiences, thoughts and feelings, to share about my particular journey and explore some subjects dear to my heart, such as emotional recovery, healing and astrology while posting up some of the prose/poems which are an outgrowth of my labours with life, love and relationships. If anything I write touches you I would be so pleased to hear for the purpose of reaching out and expressung ourselves is hopefully to connect with each other and find where our souls meet.

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