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		By: Anita Mathias		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Anita Mathias]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Mar 2015 17:12:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In reply to &lt;a href=&quot;https://anitamathias.com/2015/03/22/at-the-end-of-broken-dreams-an-open-door/#comment-63116&quot;&gt;Hunter&lt;/a&gt;.

That&#039;s great. Thanks, Hunter.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In reply to <a href="https://anitamathias.com/2015/03/22/at-the-end-of-broken-dreams-an-open-door/#comment-63116">Hunter</a>.</p>
<p>That&#8217;s great. Thanks, Hunter.</p>
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		By: Hunter		</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2015 22:31:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I&#039;m where you were, Thanx. Maybe I won&#039;t feel I&#039;m in a bomb shelter anymore. I wrote an Easter poem or two.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m where you were, Thanx. Maybe I won&#8217;t feel I&#8217;m in a bomb shelter anymore. I wrote an Easter poem or two.</p>
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		By: Anita Mathias		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Anita Mathias]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Mar 2015 21:49:29 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In reply to &lt;a href=&quot;https://anitamathias.com/2015/03/22/at-the-end-of-broken-dreams-an-open-door/#comment-63111&quot;&gt;John&lt;/a&gt;.

John, there&#039;s no Is. 32:21 at least in Bible Gateway. What verse were you thinking of? &quot;I will make their Valley of Achor a door of hope?&quot; I&#039;ve come close to shipwreck emotionally, often and stretched over a long period, though not in my external circumstances. Well, so far :-)]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In reply to <a href="https://anitamathias.com/2015/03/22/at-the-end-of-broken-dreams-an-open-door/#comment-63111">John</a>.</p>
<p>John, there&#8217;s no Is. 32:21 at least in Bible Gateway. What verse were you thinking of? &#8220;I will make their Valley of Achor a door of hope?&#8221; I&#8217;ve come close to shipwreck emotionally, often and stretched over a long period, though not in my external circumstances. Well, so far 🙂</p>
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		By: Anita Mathias		</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Mar 2015 21:40:28 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In reply to &lt;a href=&quot;https://anitamathias.com/2015/03/22/at-the-end-of-broken-dreams-an-open-door/#comment-63112&quot;&gt;Andy&lt;/a&gt;.

Your poem is lovely. And good. Thank you for sharing it, Andy!
&quot;And nothing is wasted in heaven’s jurisprudence.&quot; I truly believe that. Nothing in nature is wasted, it just re-appears as something else. Unharvested apples compost the soil. I hope it&#039;s the same with us. It&#039;s melancholy thinking of unfulfilled dreams, but of course, they shaped our lives, brought us adventures, and made us the people we now are.
(Hopefully, my blog will rebound and become bouncy again :-)]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In reply to <a href="https://anitamathias.com/2015/03/22/at-the-end-of-broken-dreams-an-open-door/#comment-63112">Andy</a>.</p>
<p>Your poem is lovely. And good. Thank you for sharing it, Andy!<br />
&#8220;And nothing is wasted in heaven’s jurisprudence.&#8221; I truly believe that. Nothing in nature is wasted, it just re-appears as something else. Unharvested apples compost the soil. I hope it&#8217;s the same with us. It&#8217;s melancholy thinking of unfulfilled dreams, but of course, they shaped our lives, brought us adventures, and made us the people we now are.<br />
(Hopefully, my blog will rebound and become bouncy again 🙂</p>
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		By: Andy		</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Mar 2015 21:11:04 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Anita, I actually wrote a poem after reading &#039;Goodbye to Everest&#039;, I was so inspired. I don&#039;t consider myself a gifted poet or anything and I&#039;m not trying to compete with you but, after reading today&#039;s blog, I think it is still relevant. May I share it with you.

SOME HOPE
 
Some prayers that I lifted
Some dreams that I dreamed
Some hopes that I held to were good things it seemed
Some places I reached for
Ambition walked tall
Climbed up to the clouds and in youth had it all
 
I looked and I watched
As others flew high
Their lives like kites out of reach in the sky
Could this one day be me
My life turned around
Or forever condemned to stay on the ground?

Those hopes that once burned
May be nothing but ash
Those dreams that I journaled put out with the trash
And those prayers that I sent up
Long lost their aroma
Scorched into smoke by the sun’s fierce corona

My canonical prayers
Were they far too simplistic?
My dreams in their sweetness so unrealistic?
And what of the future?
I like to keep hoping
My reason for living, my wellspring for coping

Prayers compost the earth from which actions see light
And dreams prime the crosshairs of the sharpshooter&#039;s sight
Faith that is tested produces endurance 
And nothing is wasted in heaven&#039;s jurisprudence]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Anita, I actually wrote a poem after reading &#8216;Goodbye to Everest&#8217;, I was so inspired. I don&#8217;t consider myself a gifted poet or anything and I&#8217;m not trying to compete with you but, after reading today&#8217;s blog, I think it is still relevant. May I share it with you.</p>
<p>SOME HOPE</p>
<p>Some prayers that I lifted<br />
Some dreams that I dreamed<br />
Some hopes that I held to were good things it seemed<br />
Some places I reached for<br />
Ambition walked tall<br />
Climbed up to the clouds and in youth had it all</p>
<p>I looked and I watched<br />
As others flew high<br />
Their lives like kites out of reach in the sky<br />
Could this one day be me<br />
My life turned around<br />
Or forever condemned to stay on the ground?</p>
<p>Those hopes that once burned<br />
May be nothing but ash<br />
Those dreams that I journaled put out with the trash<br />
And those prayers that I sent up<br />
Long lost their aroma<br />
Scorched into smoke by the sun’s fierce corona</p>
<p>My canonical prayers<br />
Were they far too simplistic?<br />
My dreams in their sweetness so unrealistic?<br />
And what of the future?<br />
I like to keep hoping<br />
My reason for living, my wellspring for coping</p>
<p>Prayers compost the earth from which actions see light<br />
And dreams prime the crosshairs of the sharpshooter&#8217;s sight<br />
Faith that is tested produces endurance<br />
And nothing is wasted in heaven&#8217;s jurisprudence</p>
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		By: John		</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Mar 2015 14:34:54 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Open doors? Oh, yes. Countless times. The truth of Is 32:21 has for me been accompanied by a backdrop of degradation and failure sometimes close to complete shipwreck. When the guttermost are redeemed to the uttermost, the heart is trained to listen for the voice behind; the valley of Achor (dejected) becomes Petah Tikvah - the door of hope.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Open doors? Oh, yes. Countless times. The truth of Is 32:21 has for me been accompanied by a backdrop of degradation and failure sometimes close to complete shipwreck. When the guttermost are redeemed to the uttermost, the heart is trained to listen for the voice behind; the valley of Achor (dejected) becomes Petah Tikvah &#8211; the door of hope.</p>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[&#187; At the End of Broken Dreams, an Open Door]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Mar 2015 13:23:55 +0000</pubDate>
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