When you randomly open a book to a certain page, it apparently holds the answer to your questions at the time. I opened it to a poem.
One night he heard you singing
Of love and hope and joy
Drew near to see if you could want
Another little boy
He wants to comfort you in time of fear
And to soothe your pain
But you cannot take his comfort
For you never knew he came
You never knew, when angry
When your voice was shrill to hear
With your fury and frustration
That a little child stood near
Make no mistake, you drove him out
His love you did deny
Too full of selfish pitying
Yet still he is nearby
Why don't you see the joy you miss
He comes to show to you
Through you he looks out on the world
Should he be bitter too?
He needs to give his love to you
As much as you to him
So find yourself, and find your joy
And welcome him back in
Now every time you feel your pain
Each time you shed a tear
Don't miss what really matters
For a little child stands near
Patricia Mason
poem, Patricia Mason, stichomancy, divination, love, child
2 comments:
beautiful. But I don't get it?? What was your question? Does this mean that you are with child? Is that why your tummy has been funny? lol.
um...would it say it all if i said....
that's pretty f#*ked out.....!!
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