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A Question of Love

A Question of Love

We often ask the question of ourselves
"What is this feeling that we call love?"
Is it true that we all have a soul mate
Predestined by God in Heaven above?

Does it show up when least expected
When across the room you see a smile?
Or does it grow at a snails pace,
Between friends, where it takes awhile?

Does it suddenly appear like a raging storm
Where thunder and lightening abound?
A storm over which you have no control.
Where peace and quiet can't be found?

Or is it more the gentle rain of spring,
And your whole world feels fresh and clean?
Can love flourish in those not so young,
Or just felt more strongly only as a teen?


There are times it's a roller coaster ride.
At least that is what I have been told.
With exciting peaks, frightening descents,
An encounter unnerving even to the bold.


Love can become an uncontrolled fire,
Burning deep within our very soul.
With passions wanting to be fulfilled,
Needing each other just to feel whole.

Love can also be gentle and soothing,
Full of kindness and heartfelt caring.
The touch of a hand brings peace with it.
And a life together fed daily by sharing.


Love should not hurt, but, best by far,
You are not only lovers, but, friends
Passion may simmer, romance absent,
The kind of love that lasts, never ends.


No turmoil, none of the ups and downs,
A life of contentment, peace above all.
Then, when something separates you,
Only happy returns will help you at all.

Waiting for someone to help.

Waiting for someone to help
 But no one comes
 So she is sitting ...

 She walks around every day
 Pretend that all is well
 But inside she is fighting a bitter battle
 As she knows she will lose ...

 She would like to ask for help
 But pride is too great
 She will manage all alone
 Although she knows she will not manage it ...

 So once again she sits alone
 The chaos inside her grows
 She protects herself, rejects

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Let us reach out to someone who is in need

Missing something, alone. It's no fun being lonely.

Feels like a big hole that gets filled up.
Loneliness surrounds us all.
It is everywhere, you do not notice it until you are alone.
The urge within you to meet some friends,
do something socially grows, but you can not find anything.
It is quiet, just like in a trance.

You can not turn the radio on. Will not be a bother

Missing something, is great, but you do not do anything.
It's like being sucked down a hole, it is quiet and the time has stopped
Being lonely is like being in another world, you were
there once and you can not do anything about it. You will be sucked up.
You can not attach threads, communicate.

You can not have anything to worry about, like for real.
You will not be part of something or someone.
You only are there, no good feelings.
No real friendships.
Never with, behind, in front, but never, never included.
You are called, you answer, nothing more

Loneliness is the feeling you feel when you are not included
and feel that you are not a part of something.
If the "overrun" and definite over.
You are there as all the others, but "nobody cares"
about you or is interested in you. Do you feel.
You feel invisible and unimportant.

At times it can seem as if you do not exist
and finally screams you get to get attention.

You do not get attention,
only second-term look. It did not help to scream
Now they look just weird to you and cares just as before.
I think you are mentally down

You have something you want to share with someone, but who? "No" to listen to what you have to say. No one who will receive your secret.
It stays inside you and you bow by telling it to anyone.

You're still lonely then you will get nowhere.
You will be chocked by the secret

Must have someone to share it with, someone who will listen,

not only because they have to, but because they want to
Loneliness takes control over you and guide you into your own world.
You talk to yourself, you answer the second,
but the important conversations are with yourself

'Du er verdifull'

Det er alltid en del mennesker omkring deg som fryser,

vær et bål og spre varme rundt deg.

Selv den minste gode gjerning sier:

'Jeg bryr meg', 'Du er verdifull',

'Jeg tenker på deg.

Hva kan jeg gjøre for å hjelpe

Sitter her og tenker på hvor heldig jeg egentlig er.
Jeg som har alle forutsetningene for å ikke lykkes, har LYKKES.

Jeg var så heldig å få en mann som elsker meg,

og som jeg elsker, TO vidunderlige barn,

med deres ektefelle/samboere,

3 vidunderlige barnebarn

som jeg bare blir mer og mer forelsket i

( nærmeste følesen jeg kan beskrive om det jeg føler)

Har hatt en flott jobb, kan bruke hender og føtter,

og HODET.

Har skapt masse i form av bøker, malerier,

gravering og kanskje litt hodebry.

Joda, jeg vet dette høres ut som skryt,

og det er det kanskje også,

Men det er ikke det som er meningen.

Jeg har sittet og lest mailer

fra mennesker som trenger hjelp.

Som har overlevd barndommen og søker meg opp.

Jeg er stolt at de våger. For å åpne seg opp,

og våge å si hva de har overlevd er et steg

ingen som ikke har vært der vil forstå.

De fortjener respekt. De fortjener å bli lyttet til.

Være der for dem.

Når så det er sagt, så skal en ikke gå rundt

og syntes synd på dem, men FORSTÅ dem.

Jeg var heldig. Min mann var og er perfekt for meg.

Jeg har vært heldig med barna og barnebarna.

Hva skulle jeg gjort uten dem.

Så kommer tankene Mange har det ikke så godt som meg.

Har ikke en familie som er der for dem.

Hva kan jeg gjøre for å hjelpe disse.

Det er mitt tema for i dag.

HVA