Singles seeking support
2005. Members of Christian Friendship Fellowship (NZ) are gathering at Queen Charlotte Sound this Easter from all over New Zealand for one of the fellowship’s major get-togethers of the year, the “Significant Singles” camp.
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Retired widower remarried
Doubly successful in marriage
2013. A retired New Zealand vicar who’s been blessed with two long, happy marriages knows the secret of success.
Cecil Marshall, now eighty-six, was married to Barbara for 40 years. After her death 18 years ago, he was devastated but remarried and has enjoyed another 17 years of marriage to Margaret.
Until we meet again
May our farewells speak blessings until we meet again
I will
More than deluxe
And a tip of the hat
There’s a love transcending love
That I got to have
It’s more,
But I have a mountain to climb.
To get beyond the top,
Is a love so divine
I could cry
For this love to be mine,
And I need this now,
So I will climb
The mountain of my dreams.
Risk
As the intersection of two souls meet,
One soul hopes for more than meet and greet.
She took a risk, Is needing him so.
The other oblivious to all this,
Is caught up in the appearances of the show,
A way to get to know you is all a design
Farcical
For souls to intertwine.
But how else to get love to shine?
This man had no intentions,
And when truth comes out in the open,
And appearances are put to one side,
The efforts she put in to have him,
Will leave her feeling on the downside
One soul will be left to die.
He hopes the prayers she prays
Will make her all fine.
And once again her love will shine
To face another day.
I wish I could have been there
To be more than I was,
To help you through this,
Is what I should
But life did not turn out the way it should
And reality’s hard cold stare is what you are left with.
I remember you,
And my heart is laid bare,
I am at least sincere.
If things had been different
We could have had something better,
But where would your heart have been,
If I had said yes to seeing you
To only let you down again
And set your foot in the abyss.
We all must face the slings and arrows
All is fair in love and war
And for this we can be sure.
Choosing me
Hope because of you,
Hope, I need you.
Hope, visiting me,
Hope encouraging me.
Love needing me.
Hope seeing the possibility.
Hope and love praying for me.
All right
He held the card and read it,
“Not her again” and threw it in the neighbour’s garden patch.
She was Deborah.
Who loved him,
And sent him a Christmas card, hoping to be his girl.
They were young.
He was fine, she was lovely,
Yet his silence. Yes, his silence was ripping her apart.
And the hurt went deep down inside.
She had a choice, in how she would reply,
To react or respond.
The way she goes could shape her entire life.
Wondering how she would be later on.
And if the same thoughts would still be there.
And if she would be free?
But Deborah stopped by the pavement
And her eyes brightened up.
Singers were there.
For her?
A bit of beauty.
The crisp, fresh, silent night spoke to her senses,
The song on their lips filled her soul,
The people who listened with an ear for hope.
This she knew, would stay, with her, inside her heart.
And the rhymes and rhythms of the night would remind her:
Life goes on.
She clung tightly to the thought that everything is all right.
Lonely
How can they offer the world hope if their houses are filled with lonely people?
I lift my heart to skies and give it to God and see what was meant to be.
Caring to see rightly, tenderness holding tightly.
But just another club sandwich at the café.
The walk of life grinds on stuff, somehow, it affirms the very life in me.
Love
Life is wide, within our reach, inside of it, our lot.
We are not without grasp, inside this realm,
Someone searches, with love below and high
Romance stories from India
Reading some of the romantic poems and literature that comes out of India, I saw a lot of heart brokenness in the stories, when one’s sweetheart leaves. It then occurred to me that these stories reveal much tender feeling towards love and romance. They way that the love wasn’t tossed into the dirt to be trampled over or thrown into the ocean with a million fishes eager to eat it up. I found the sensibility, the sense that love is treated tenderly, better than many romances that get produced in the English language.
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