Comments on: We Regret to Inform You… – Poetry http://windrumors.com/2007/06/we-regret-to-inform-you/ The Official Site of Paul Young, author of The Shack Tue, 27 Jul 2010 23:04:55 -0400 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.2 hourly 1 By: Angie http://windrumors.com/2007/06/we-regret-to-inform-you/comment-page-1/#comment-671 Angie Sun, 26 Oct 2008 03:34:18 +0000 http://www.windrumors.com/index.php/2007/06/04/we-regret-to-inform-you/#comment-671 I have a favorite poem it was like death when my first husband left me.The hurt was more than i could bare. As i sit out side my trailor door the nights filled with little sounds the airs cool an warm bugs biting cars passing some beeping just to hear their horns. The trailors cracking from the heat of the day as it relaxes for a long nights wait two boys inside tired from a hard days play an the excitement of everyday events now all wraped up in a long nights sleep deep heavy breathing lissles little hearts beats fast a sleep. More than likely dreaming of the day of fun lafter an crying,but each day is the same in my eyes but for them something new was found and learned .Oh! as they say to be a kid again no worrys of nothing for life its self is one big ball of play. If i could turn back the hands of time i would turn it back to 24 years an 9mo. not really want to exist at all. Why! you ask i should feel this way i have so much ,more than any one could ever ask for my love for them runs so deep i couldent even begin to tell you with words .Just a quiet talk with my oldest son sometimes brings tears to my eyes for the look upon his face is enough to bring the the bigest an hardest man down to his knees. For them only i live my life an God himself for it was God who gave me life to bore life for my two little miracles.[ Thank You. please excuse any mistakes in spelling an grammer only look at the words it came from a broken heart but, now healed from the lord. Thank you Paul your book has blessed me in moer ways than i could even begin to tell you it would take a life time an we will have a life time together a die hard fan for life. I have a favorite poem it was like death when my first husband left me.The hurt was more than i could bare. As i sit out side my trailor door the nights filled with little sounds the airs cool an warm bugs biting cars passing some beeping just to hear their horns. The trailors cracking from the heat of the day as it relaxes for a long nights wait two boys inside tired from a hard days play an the excitement of everyday events now all wraped up in a long nights sleep deep heavy breathing lissles little hearts beats fast a sleep. More than likely dreaming of the day of fun lafter an crying,but each day is the same in my eyes but for them something new was found and learned .Oh! as they say to be a kid again no worrys of nothing for life its self is one big ball of play. If i could turn back the hands of time i would turn it back to 24 years an 9mo. not really want to exist at all. Why! you ask i should feel this way i have so much ,more than any one could ever ask for my love for them runs so deep i couldent even begin to tell you with words .Just a quiet talk with my oldest son sometimes brings tears to my eyes for the look upon his face is enough to bring the the bigest an hardest man down to his knees. For them only i live my life an God himself for it was God who gave me life to bore life for my two little miracles.[ Thank You. please excuse any mistakes in spelling an grammer only look at the words it came from a broken heart but, now healed from the lord. Thank you Paul your book has blessed me in moer ways than i could even begin to tell you it would take a life time an we will have a life time together a die hard fan for life.

]]> By: Bart Breen http://windrumors.com/2007/06/we-regret-to-inform-you/comment-page-1/#comment-670 Bart Breen Fri, 23 May 2008 16:28:47 +0000 http://www.windrumors.com/index.php/2007/06/04/we-regret-to-inform-you/#comment-670 TRhanks for your poem. It captures very well that tie to smell and remembrance. This is a poem I wrote about my Father whom I had a very rough relationship. A Bridge Never Seen - Revisited we meet minutes before sunset dragging our clinging pasts plastered to our heels from our privy place yoked inseparably ……………pulled in tandem prompted for this appointed event the most provocative sunset you'll never see the kind of sunset we jointly concede as umber …………………….…spilling ………luminescent ………………………………redolent daydeath begins……..light fades we enter that suspension time cross that ethereal bridge as it reveals itself incrementally you know the type ……not one of arches or pillars ………we reach absolute center ……………no more no less i know as i've been here ……………many times ……………...without you …………...measuring carefully ………………..obsessively sunset crescendo plays; resonates we turn at the appointed time ………………..to stare ……………generationally into one another's shared past ………….and matrixed present ………………until we see all then, of course, ……i look away and jump ……..…just as you expected ………………just as you directed you disengage slowly …ruffle your paper ……dispel the mists and dream of the day …..you may ………finally …deliver pizzas ……or sell tech stocks ..unable to appreciate the sunsets …………you never saw never suspecting i-you-we live on .thanks to Kafka who caught me or that i love you © 4/12/2000 Bart Breen TRhanks for your poem. It captures very well that tie to smell and remembrance.

This is a poem I wrote about my Father whom I had a very rough relationship.

A Bridge Never Seen – Revisited

we meet minutes before sunset
dragging our clinging pasts
plastered to our heels
from our privy place
yoked inseparably
……………pulled in tandem
prompted for this appointed event

the most provocative sunset
you’ll never see
the kind of sunset
we jointly concede as
umber
…………………….…spilling
………luminescent
………………………………redolent

daydeath begins……..light fades
we enter that suspension time
cross that ethereal bridge
as it reveals itself incrementally
you know the type
……not one of arches or pillars

………we reach absolute center
……………no more no less
i know as i’ve been here
……………many times
………………without you
……………measuring carefully
………………..obsessively

sunset crescendo plays; resonates
we turn at the appointed time
………………..to stare
……………generationally
into one another’s shared past
………….and matrixed present
………………until we see all

then, of course,
……i look away and jump
……..…just as you expected
………………just as you directed

you disengage slowly
…ruffle your paper
……dispel the mists
and dream of the day
…..you may
………finally
…deliver pizzas
……or sell tech stocks
..unable to appreciate the sunsets
…………you never saw

never suspecting
i-you-we live on
.thanks to Kafka
who caught me

or that i love you

© 4/12/2000 Bart Breen

]]> By: Sandra Pullen http://windrumors.com/2007/06/we-regret-to-inform-you/comment-page-1/#comment-669 Sandra Pullen Fri, 07 Sep 2007 16:20:36 +0000 http://www.windrumors.com/index.php/2007/06/04/we-regret-to-inform-you/#comment-669 Dear William My best friend was murdered by her husband just after I read the shack. I know the lord was preparing my heart and I thought I would tell you that God used you to do so. The poem I found on your website "We regret to inform you" has been helpful to me and I would like to pass it on to my friends sister. Do I have permission to print and use it in this way? Dear William
My best friend was murdered by her husband just after I read the shack. I know the lord was preparing my heart and I thought I would tell you that God used you to do so. The poem I found on your website “We regret to inform you” has been helpful to me and I would like to pass it on to my friends sister. Do I have permission to print and use it in this way?

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