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God Bless the Bride and God Bless the Groom

God Bless our Bride and God Bless our Groom. There’s plenty of love for you both in this room. You stand at the start of your journey today, it won’t all be easy there’ll be dips on the way. Learning together what it means to be one and fighting off troubles as they come along.

God Bless the bride’s mother and her father too, as there’d be no blushing bride if it were not for you two. You have tended her learning and watched her at play. Now she is grown and a credit to you both we all say.

God Bless my husband and me too for we have provided a son- in -law for you. He’s been one of the apples of our eye and today at this moment our spirits are high. For we feel that rather than losing a son we are gaining a daughter, and we so wanted one.

God Bless the bridesmaids a glamorous pair in haute couture dresses and finely coiffed hair. You have both known our bride a lifetime, it’s true and there’s no one she’d rather attend her today, than you.

God Bless the best woman she has been second to none, she has looked after, organized and arranged our son. You have worked so hard today this is true, and still you look stunning, my dear, I really must say!

God bless our Ushers one fair and one dark your work has been sterling and really hit the mark. You’ve greeted us all as we arrived today, don’t you look smart is all I need to say.

God Bless our Families and our friends dear you’ve made the day special by just being here. We’ve all had a hand in this wedding today.We hope you have happy memories that stay. My darling couple your future starts here,so please lift your glasses and be of good cheer. God bless us everyone

The Photo Album

The Photo album what secrets it hides the merry go round that is our lives.

There sits the album, I bet it looks quite innocent to you. What secrets and memories are hidden within its covers. Open it up set them free let all of the years rolls away and bring back different days to you and me.

Look at the children see how they have grown who’d of believed such wonderful flowers could bloom from the seeds we had sewn. Look at those smiles those innocent eyes lets airbrush the darkness each of us tries to disguise. There we are on our first holiday, happy to not be at work and really away and this one is of our first foreign vacation looking relaxed no sign of the planning it had taken.

Collage — There it is in black and white the pattern of our life

There it is in black and white the ups and downs, the pattern of our life. Its been fun and its been hard our hopes and fears at the turn of a card.Look it frays around the edges the pictures blur and merge and stick together in big wedges.

Now with more to look back on then to look forward to, life takes on a technicolour hue. Still with blurred edges it’s true. I wish the truth I could forget, it grieves me so ..but yet. Like all of us I smile and hide the fear and pain that walked large and free through the world inhabited by you and me. Heading toward the setting sun, most of my life is now done. The ones I love , the ones I fear they are still with me they are still here.

Yes here is the album of our lives, lets gather our memories and keep them safe. We will wrap them all away and keep them happy and safe until another day.

The chink of light

water wall — Look for the chink look for the light

Look for the chink in the wall of water, look for that light that will make the dark alter. Walk the long bridge that goes into the dark close your ears to sound of screams,they are only your fears released into the nightmare of your dreams.

Walk bare foot along the bridge unless you slip ,tread slowly don’t rush you don’t want to trip. There are no railings to save you if you

fall no safety net to save you, no nothing at all.

Look towards the chink of light it is far away and deep into the night. Steadily is the only way to proceed one step at a time sadly there is no use for speed. Don’t look up and don’t look down keep your eyes ahead don’t you dare turn round. Lest you slip, lest you fall no need too scream no need to call there is no help for you if you fall.

I have tried so hard to fight that wall to cross the bridge and smash it all. The further I go forward the further in to the distance it retreats I have run, and I have crept and still the pattern repeats. I try as I might I try as I may but pain is the same by night and by day. I must keep going I cannot give in, to reach the chink of light even if my chances are thin. I can’t go round it I cannot pass through there seems no way over. Help me, what am I to do?

The Dropped Stitch

knitting redhead — I am the dropped stitch

Here I am the the odd one out , sitting here lost and lonely my mouth in a pout. I am the stitch that from the needle fell, and flew off on my way down to hell.

Count the stitches one by one be careful now else you’ll count them all wrong.

Click click go the needles of strife knitting soft silk or wool making up the pattern of life.

Knit one pearl one carry one over will this be a cardigan or a pullover? You cannot hold on to the cable when it is full of slip stitch , I am telling you now, you’ll not be able.

I am the stitch that life has dropped. Hopes and plans have all been stopped. It is futile to be angry the balloon has been popped.

I am the dropped stitch slipped from the needle fell through the hole lost my grip. Forgotten and forsaken a little lost soul.

Tip Toe through the Stars

Tiptoe through the stars lets see where we can reach, along an ill lit cliffs’ edge path down to a sandy beach. Close your eyes and hold your breath , take that leap of faith there could be something good out there, surely it’s not all spooks and wraiths.

Look into the mirror look long and look hard the face you see is not that bad, not all of you is marred.The eyes are bright the smiles polite, those teeth might just pass muster so not so sad go on relax and drop the blow and bluster.

Tiptoe through the stars lets flee the dowdy and the grey. Lets spread those imaginary wings and escape if only for a day. See clearly with those deep blue eyes and we can prance and dance where the Kite soars and flies.

Throw off the cloak of deep despair it’s really not your suit, forget the pressures and the stress lets take the happy route. I think what I mean to say, is, forgive yourself and praise yourself a little, and often believe that you are right and then your self-hate may begin to soften.

So tiptoe through the stars with me and lets forget the what is now, and play with what might be!

Lost Soul

Where did these chains come from I have not noticed them before. They are tight about my wrists and ankles and I cannot reach the door.When did I start wearing these rags they are certainly not my clothes. It is very very cold in here and it pains my hands and toes

My God where did that landscape come from those mountains and the snow? It is so very dark and I am lost and scared and not afraid to say so. Who are all those people and why do they not speak? They are chained and dressed in rags like me and like me they weep.

I try to move, it is in vain I cannot move an inch. Please tell me I am dreaming , please someone give me a pinch.Is someone in charge, please listen, I do not belong in this place I am not meant to be here take a good look at my face. No , no you misunderstand I do not come from here I am not one of these lost souls I should not be here.

Pray for me please, do not forget. Please keep me in your mind . Don’t consign me to deep and dark despair. Think of me from time to time and say a prayer, be kind. Right now my soul is lost and low please think of me less this hell you’ll also know.

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My Make Up Bag

Where is my make up bag , I need it right now . I will not go out without it. I mean that and how!

I need my eye liner and my eye shadow too, I have nearly every colour from pigeon grey to duck egg blue . Some are matt and some are a shimmery hue, it is all very strange the effect that they have on me, it’s true.

When things are bad and not looking so good I stand at the mirror and plaster it on. I’d disappear if I could. Golds and beige browns are for the calmer days with pink or peach lips yes they are okay they just mean I’m hip.

When at my darkest the liner gets thicker the shades ramp up gear my lashes get stretched to infinity. Blusher and crimson are needed here. Foundation and nail gloss don’t forget those fingers and toes they are just as much a sign as my lips or my nose.

It is so long since I learnt how to hide behind the colours and shades in my bag it all goes back to when the days began to lag. I can no longer recall the time when I needed no make up at all. So I need my brushes my pads, colours and shades they are what I have been made. Over the years by stress and by fear they cover the cracks and the chips as they appear.

Defiance is what they represent they are the mask that protects the painfully tender soul it is like a drug now I need them to make me feel whole.

Fairy Lights

ageandanniesramblings.co.uk — Am I flying or is it a dream

It all looks so pretty it’s really a sight,the lights twinkle brightly braking the darkness of the night. Twinkle twinkle fairy lights hiding the truth of the city and the night. How high am I up here? Too high to climb back down I fear. I have never been at ease with heights but they do look inviting,those fairy lights.

It is cold up here I can feel the wind flapping my hair and biting my skin.The lights are still out there shining bright like little beacons beckoning to me in the night.

My head has stop buzzing and the answer is clear I have not felt this unburden for many a year. My eyes are just clearing the wider picture I see. From horizon to horizon the options are endless for me.

Gentle , gently I move to the edge , it is all crystal clear no more bets left to hedge. Looking down into the depths of the night feeling the tug of those twinkling lights. One little step leads to another my senses are shot my brain runs for cover.

Oh!it is such a long way down to those lights. It is funny, I thought I was afraid of heights.The wind in my ears begins to scream am I really flying or is this a dream. The lights are no nearer my feelings begin to soar this is really living and I am scared no more BRING IT ON WHAT IS NEXT ?HERE COMES THE GROUND WHAT HAPPENS NE………….

Diamonds in the Dust

Not always there in person but always by your side

To always lend that helping hand. To be a loving special guide.

To understand when no one does to place in you their trust.

When all is lost and all are gone they are the diamonds in the dust.

Money’s lost and you’ve missed the bus, there is just one you can phone.

When you can talk and you can walk they’ll discretely drop you home.

They’ll pick you up and hose you down and make sure you are sober.

To find the shoe that you have lost all stones they will turn over.

They help you out asking for nothing in return, they are the diamonds in the dust

To smile with you and delight in your pleasure and celebrate your minor wins

To share the moments that you treasure they defend you when all others bin you.

True to you they always stay no matter if you are far away, with them it is never “Out of sight and out of mind” they don’t forget they are always kind those diamonds in the dust.

So when you stand alone without a helping hand. Hope is gone and all seems lost.

The ones who never left your side, who always waved your banner still stand for you at any cost.

So remember as you sieve your life the good the bad all the damn strife, as you separate the wheat from the chaff as they blow away in a winds gust. The ones that stay and never sway are the diamonds in the dust.

Christmas Dream

It is dark and very cold, I snuggle deep into my blanket fold.

There is no noise, nor light to see my beloved teddy next to me.

A silver light shows through a curtain chink, reminding me that the stars still wink. The Moon still lights the way that leads us into the brilliance of the day.Quiet, quietly slipping out of bed, I find my slippers and dressing gown red. Heading blindly to the door, being lucky not to trip on some discarded toy.

Creeping, creeping, fingers crossed, that no one wakes. Listening at each step I take slipping though the door, along the landing where the floor boards creak . To reach the window big and round, with cushioned seat. Don’t make a sound! Deep breath now my goal is near, don’t rush don’t slip don’t make a sound, my biggest fear is I’ll be found. So near so far please don’t let anyone wake. For back to bed they will me take. I need to reach that cushioned seat, then in silence I can greet the view I pray for in my childhood mind …..Those gentle wishes left behind. Finally alone in the silver light of the window, curtains drawn back as if a stage. Yes my wishes have come true the snow has visited and lies out there clean and new. It adds a hush to the night and answering the moon it looks so bright.The street looks clean and new, the gardens all roll into one with white topped trees alive with magic blossom.

Time passes as I watch the scene; the cat next door is really vexed she cannot walk on this deep white stuff. Jumping and twitching her fur all a fluff she shoots through her cat flap. She has had enough. My, I hear a tinkling sound, not sure if it comes from sky or ground. A silver light begins to play where our front garden used to lay. Is it real or is it a trick. Am I asleep or am I awake? I’m not sure I can’t say but what I see now I shall never deny.

A brightly coloured sledge with sacks of presents packed behind a driver all dressed in red with white trim. I shake my head and press my nose against the window that is so cold it makes me shiver. A tiny sigh I deliver. It must be, can it be, yes it must be him. He raises a hand in greeting, his fingers on his lips to silence me. I wave back: my face a grin from ear to ear. As I look a shower of stardust and coloured lights remove the beautiful apparition from my sight . Gently, gently falls the silent snow, no tracks, no stardust left to show what I had seen on this night.I knew at once that if I told, no one would listen, and if I repeated I would be chided as bold. Then as I watched I saw on the white lawn, a lovely smiley face had been drawn.

I awoke in my mothers arms, started to tell her but she whispered “be calm.”gently she tucked me up in bed, slid teddy onto the pillow next to my head. Then bending she whispered in my ear. “Sweet dreams my love and wake anew. For tonight a special child was born for you”.