Archive for the 'Faith' Category

Aug 04 2008

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sarah flanigan

Talking to Myself

And I wonder
why you think you’re
unworthy of love
True and deep
real and abiding
With a soul such
as yours
who could not help
but
love you?

No one can make
a guarantee
but they can promise
to try
and give everything they have
to that promise
hope that it goes
to the best of them
not the worst of them
and even if it went to the dogs
they would have
tried anyway
Wouldn’t they?

And the universe is
so much larger than any of
uS
yet infinitely smaller
in understanding
and
care
For the universe does not
care if you feel love
but
I do

copyright 2008

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Apr 09 2007

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sarah flanigan

Broken Pieces

 

Broken pieces
litter life’s great hopes
scattered like sparkling
shards of broken glass.
Reflecting and blinding
capable of heat
and cutting deeply.

Wounds
that refuse to heal
leave the scars
that tell a story
no one wants
to read.

Eyes look away
hands offer false
condolensces.
Never touching hearts
that need desperately
the contact
denied them.
Never knowing
the kaliedascope
that lies within.

Copyright 2007

12 responses so far

Apr 04 2007

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sarah flanigan

You, Me and Us

 

If I had never
come along
would my absence
to you, seem wrong?
(would you feel it?)

If you had never
lived and breathed
would your footprint
disappear the need?
(of your soul to mine?)

If paths that crossed
had never been
would the world change
and stop its spin?
(would the dance end?)

Do we matter
in the greater scheme
to one another
or do I dream?
(who would wake me?)

In life’s fabric
are we each a thread
that if removed
make words unsaid?
(which words don’t matter?)

Can another come
and take our place
without interupting
a sacred space?
(reserved for only one?)

copyright 2007

7 responses so far

Mar 06 2007

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sarah flanigan

The Me of Me

 

When my life hurts
I imagine my other life
on the road not taken.

But, my mind wants to know
if is it the road not taken
that determines my life
Or me?

Would I be a different me
if I chose a different road?
Would the me of me
change with the seasons
the colors or the geograhy
Just because?

Or is it a trick
I play on myself
to explain away
my choices
good and bad
right and wrong
smart and stupid?

Even in my imaginings
I seem not able
to remove me from me
Untaken road or not.
No matter where I travel
in cars, on foot, in my imagination
the me of me is always there.

copyright 2007

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Mar 05 2007

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sarah flanigan

Sean

Baby boy grasping
With tiny fingers fiercely
Hope springs eternal

copyright 2007

we’re trying to keep the angels busy in sean’s behalf, jennifer.
love,
sarah

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Feb 28 2007

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sarah flanigan

Update: It’s a Boy! (Jennifer Report)

 

Hi Everyone, I know many of you know Jennifer of Welcome to my Shoe and the difficulty she has gone through during her pregnancy. She recently sent me an update and I wanted to pass it along to you. I’ll just let Jennifer tell you in her own words, below:  

Birth Announcement

I am aware that many of you already know the news, so please be patient with this first mass mailing. :) For those of you that haven’t heard, I apologize that it is so late, but I know you all love us and will make allowances. :)

Sean Ezekiel Winter officially arrived in this world on February 20, 2007 at 5:31 pm. He was a little ahead of schedule, but thanks to all his gaurdian angels, he is so far doing well and staying stable. The Doctors saw that he was in distress during his regular U/S in Edmonton and an emergency c-section was immediently ordered. I am healing well, and thanks to the incredible timing, Sean is with us today.

Thank you all for your prayers, concern, support and well wishes. We will do our best to keep you informed of his and our progess. My time has run out, so i will try to send more information another day.

Hugs and love to all,

Jennifer

All About Sean

As promised, a little more information, including some quick background for those who need to be brought up to speed.

Sean has been one surprise after another. First of all the pregnancy itself was not planned, and it was a much different one for me than all the others. Then, at 21 weeks pregnant, a heart abnormality was detected during a regular ultrasound. After the specialists in Edmonton checked on it, we were told that it was quite rare and very severe. In fact, he is a first for the ped. cardiologists here in Edmonton. We were originally told that he would not survive the pregnancy, and our research confirmed this. We also found out that while some babies have survied this condition, none have been near as severe as Sean.

But then Sean has angels working overtime, I’m convinced of it. Not only did he survive longer in-utero than he was expected to, the timing of his delivery and his condition since confirms it. If our appointments in Edmonton had been a few days earlier, it is unlikely that any problems would have been seen as they were quite subtle. The c-section was ordered not because they were absolutely sure there was a problem, but because they thought it was “likely” and he was close enough to term to risk it. A day later, and he probably would not have survived. Even without the stress of labour, there was meconium in the fluids, attesting to just how stressed he really was.

It took the transport team between an hour and a half to an hour and forty-five minutes to stabilize him enough transport to the U of A hospital. I was able to see and touch his head for a few minutes before they took him away. I was released from the Royal Alex three days later, but I would get day passes from my Dr and Gavin would take me to the NICU in a wheel chair to see my baby. I got to hold him for the first time when he was two days old, and Gavin held him two more days later. We have held him some since as well, but as it takes three nurses to move him from bed to arms and then back again, it is a real treat each and every time.

Sean is very stable right now, and we are waiting for some changes to take place in the heart and lungs before any big decisions are made. The mantra at the NICU seems to be “wait and see” as it is common theme heard when talking with other parents.

As I mentioned earlier, Sean has been full of surprises every step of the way, and I can only hope that they keep being good ones. The Dr’s all agree that he is doing better than they ever expected. They are all very pleased.

oh and me? I’m sore and I would never, ever, ever choose a section over natural labour! However, the drugs are good and I’m doing well. Holding Sean and having him with us is the best therapy in the world.

Again, thankyou all for your prayers, thoughts and love

Blessings to you,

Jennifer

If I hear more information, I will pass it along. If anyone wants to email me privately about this, feel free. My contact email is on my About Me page. I am encouraged that the Angels are helping out Sean and Jennifer now - and hope they continue to do so. As I am sure you are.

Sarah

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Feb 26 2007

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sarah flanigan

Don’t

 

don’t open a door
better left closed
don’t let me imagine
our wonderful tomorrows
don’t pretend to care
after all this time
just tell me
why you never loved
me enough to stay.

copyright 2007

8 responses so far

Feb 15 2007

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sarah flanigan

Same Moon

If we look at the moon
in the same sky
on the same night
Are we side by side?

If my spirit hears you
and my soul feels you
Are you here?
Am I there?

If we are soul mates
will we find each other
and discover
We were never lost?

copyright 2007

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Feb 06 2007

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sarah flanigan

Love Betrayed

Jane Eyre’s heart of love
Carried his soul always near
But love betrayed her.

copyright 2007

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Jan 18 2007

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sarah flanigan

The Faceless Man

 

He had no face for me. Just a pleading voice and a dirty shirt.

My automatic head shake made him scurry away and I went into the store. But it bothered me, the faceless man. I was shivering and dressed in a sweater, jeans and a jacket. He had only old chinos and flannel shirt.

 I tried to shop but his ‘non-face’ kept jumping in front of me. I decided I would find him when I was done and buy him something to eat. I didn’t want to give him money because I thought he would just buy alcohol with it. I couldn’t in good conscience contribute to that - but I could feed him.

I tapped my foot as I waited for the cashier to ring up my few purchases, trying to spy a glimpse of him outside. I didn’t see him - but I was sure he was still hanging around the Starbuck’s, waiting. He knew I was coming back.

Finally, purchases rung up and paid. Out the door. I still didn’t  see  him. I walked to Starbuck’s looked inside and out. No one. No faceless man there. I walked through the entire mini-mall looking for the red flannel shirt and beat up chinos.

The whind whipped at my face and my hands stung from the cold. Did the wind gust him away? Flying him back into the abyss for whence he came? How could one, faceless man disappear so quickly. It couldn’t have been more than ten minutes.

He was gone. Leaving no trace of himself or his direction. Yet, I stood at the open door of my car and scanned a few more times, believing in some part of me that he would appear. He didn’t.

Reluctantly, I got into the car and turned the ignition. The heater blasting, the music soothing, the whine of the wind outside, rocking the car. I gave up hope of him and put the gear to drive the few blocks home. Mad at myself for not realizing that I should have looked at him. I should have gotten him a sandwich and a hot cup of coffee. Wondering how many faceless men were hungry that night because of head shakers like me.

copyright 2006

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