It begins again...

31 years, and I am right back where I started 12 years ago.   Deep in mourning, suffering, and trying to figure out what path I should be on. Maybe at least this time I  have a fresh start, and can do things right.  At least I am already married to a good honest man...  At least I am semi-settled in a place I  call home, a Wanderer though I may be...

So much has been lost in translation, so much was left to chance.  No more.  Now I will stand up, and though I am weak, still I will stand.  I am Morria, the strong woman in the midst of bitter sorrows.  I am and will for ever now seek to be ME....  not what people want me to be, not what I THINK others expect or want me to be, just me.

~ Morria

Tattered Souls

Bitter sorrow and torment, we sent Thee to.

Suffering and pain were Thy lot,

Until by death You did part,

Then to life returned.

Why did You call these tatter souls Thine?

Why do You want us at Thy feast?

We who did betray You to Thy DEATH.

Why it is we do not know,

Yet here in the shadowlands,

Beside the old worn cross faith does come alive,

As Thy holy blood cleans this tattered soul.

© 2004 MMH/MMN

~ Morria