Cup of Tea Poetry

Just let it go Put it back where it belongs Wherever you got it from Return to sender When you hold on to it…it crumbles When you stare at it…it vanishes For Christ’s sake …let it go. Put your focus on assured things. Put it down... step away…and… Well… Let it go. Written by Melinda Y. Sanders 2012 ©

Gasp! How long can I hold my breath? Let’s see! Holding… …holding… …holding… Me waiting for my more is equivalent to me holding my breath. I see it. I want it. I need it. I keep telling myself to be patient, But my cheeks have extended past the point of tightness. My eyes fiercely go open and shut. My heartbeat is racing erratically. I am yielding to the point of fainting. Yet the insistent hope of my more makes the near death experience worth it.  Writtwn by: Melinda Sanders ® 2012

It has been so long since I have posted. Not going to lie, I lost my password, but I have it now...hopefully I won't lose it again!!! More to come soon...

Just for a moment to be free, To rid myself of this agony. If but just a moment to breathe my life, To live one day less my strife. To be embraced by the aroma of sanctity, And be humbled by the Master of Eternity. If but for a moment... PEACE!- Should choose to reside, I shall clinch it tightly in my hand- FOREVER!- In my hand. 2012 ® Written by Melinda Y. Sanders

I cry because I’m sad Or ... I’m sad because I cry I'm not aware of the difference I don't know if there is a difference God, I’d give anything to be stronger I’d give it all up to just not crumble I wish more than anything not to have to try to keep it all together I’m postured in a state of defeat I try to remember the motivating words Try to recite the uplifting scriptures They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength Weeping may endure for a night...joy comes in the morning Yet, my beating heart throbs My core feels bruised And my soul feels weakened I can’t see pass the right now The light doesn’t shine for me The tunnel is closed. Liken to Dunbar’s verse… I too wear a mask! 2011 ®  

W E wear the mask that grins and lies,     It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—     This debt we pay to human guile;     With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,     And mouth with myriad subtleties.     Why should the world be over-wise,     In counting all our tears and sighs?     Nay, let them only see us, while             We wear the mask.     We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries     To thee from tortured souls arise.     We sing, but oh the clay is vile     Beneath our feet, and long the mile;     But let the world dream otherwise,             We wear the mask! This is another one of my favorite poems! Enjoy!

I SHALL know why, when time is over, And I have ceased to wonder why; Christ will explain each separate anguish In the fair schoolroom of the sky.    He will tell me what Peter promised,         5 And I, for wonder at his woe, I shall forget the drop of anguish That scalds me now, that scalds me now. This poem is one of my all time favorite poems ever. It is by Emily Dickinson, whom is one of my favorite poets. It is copied from www.bartleby.com