My heart is water In the pool of my body I have nothing left to say that God does not already know He who hears my prayers before my crooked lips shape the words, Holds my heart, mute and blinded By everyday sin and daily indignity I know now that my soul is for Him, and that the rest of me will follow Flesh to bone to cracked soil and air And maybe there will be seven stones, after the dust of my feet has settled, Holding the memory of my hands and my penitence.
All you can eat buffets and nothing to do but eat and then look in the mirror, I tried to stop you from eating dinner for two by yourself but Mia sees gluttony in the mirror since they are both empty, and never satisfied The seventh stone shatters on the pillar Wrath, for all the times my heart held nothing but blood and fire And bitter words I spoke to too many people I hope you’ve forgiven me, maybe youth is anger because we resist the fact that We have to wait ten years for power and by then it will be too late for us Because we will not remember why we wanted it This stone, at least, in its shattering will change My hands are empty, there are no more stones.
The debits or checks are subsequently returned unpaid.
Financial fraud and abuse of older people is a huge and often unreported problem.
After they form a “relationship,” they come up with reasons to ask their love interest to set up a new bank account.
The scammers transfer stolen money into the new account, and then tell their victims to wire the money out of the country.