The Lord's Poet 
Fall and Thanksgiving 1999 Edition
CRY
A LITTLE...
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SITTING
I sit here with chores to do
But
leave them all undone.
I
rise from my chair to start
But
sit back down again;
I
look around the room and see
The
things that need attention.
Again
I stand, move to the kitchen
Where
dishes are unwashed.
Then
I recall the unmade bed,
The
dusty shelves and sandy floors--
Overpowered
by my thoughts
I
do no work and watch TV;
Overwhelmed
by repetition
And
feelings I can't change
I
sit here thinking of the chores
But
lack the energy to do them.
I
just can't motivate myself
To
do what must be done.
And
as the chores increase in number
My
energy sinks to zero.
Kathi Phillips
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TENSION
I'm
feeling now some tension,
Being
pulled in two directions:
In
strength by faith to stand,
Or
to hide my head in sand.
I find
I can't decide
To
stay or run and hide.
Opposites
of choice
Take
away my voice
To
state just what I feel--
So
in prayer I will kneel
To
ask once more of you:
My
faith and strength renew
To
stand above the tension
That
pulls in both directions.
Kathi Phillips
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CANCER
OF THE MIND
Like
a malignant cancer,
Depression
grows and grows
Until
it destroys
The
truth that is
Who
we really are.
Life
is now seen
Through
a cancerous mind
That
hurts and destroys
All
it touches each moment
We
continue to live.
But
there is a therapy
That
can eliminate
All
cancer from our minds.
It
is found
In
the gentle words
Constantly
repeated
That
wipe out
Those
falsehoods
We
see as reality.
Words
like:
I love
you.
We
can ride this out together.
I'm
here to listen.
You
are important to me.
You're
not alone.
Oft
repeated every day
By
those we call
Friends
and family.
Kathi Phillips
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LOCKED
IN
I'm
locked in a jail
That
can't be seen,
Trapped
in a prison
That
has no bars:
Life
is a night sky
Showing
no stars,
Or
new mown grass
No
longer green.
Kathi Phillips
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