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An HundredfoldEvery night I lie awake, and think of all the things that take, a moment to internalize, a brief chance to conceptualize, all the things I didn't do, and all the things I DID see through.
A moment here, a moment there, it all comes back to when and where, I made my mind and my resolve to all the problems I would solve.
Keep your faith, just be strong, do your best, you can't go wrong.
These daily quotes can seem cliche, or boring for an average day.
but hearing these redundant lessons, can keep heaven close, and make deep impressions, that can guide us through this rock strewn life, and keep our trials free of strife.
What does it mean? how do I know? why bother trying? where do I go?
How do I find the truth amongst this? how deep must I dig, how long must I sift?
Patience is a virtue, sometimes wants need to be shelved, the hardest part about it though, is doing it yourself.
Try alone, you'll never win, the debt you owe is great, if fairness takes it's toll on you, it's already too la
The world . . . adrift in space, hanging amid a vast array of celestial bodies. In an endless circuit, the planets drift around the sun, like a clock ticking off the years. For millennia the people on the surface have observed the heavens in wide-eyed wonder as the sparkling sea of stars swirled about them. Longing for understanding, but unable to touch it any more than they can touch the stars, men wax old. They do not know as they struggle to understand the stories written in the sky that their author has written other books. They look steadfastly into the heart of heaven for answers, not knowing that, should they ask, heaven will place the answers in their own hearts. Such is the foolishness of men; but, there exists wisdom for those who will seek.
I Drew You a PictureMany years ago when I was small,
I drew a picture.
Mostly of scribles and blobs of color, but I wanted to give it to the Lord.
I was told you do nice things to people you love.
Drawing picture was one of the ways my five year old mind could think of.
Once I was done I had a problem,
how do I get the drawing to heaven?
Couple of crazy ideas came to mind,
Mailing it to his house,
But the mail truck can't fly.
Getting on an airplane and throw it out the window by heaven,
gravity would pull it down to the ground and then he couldn't read it.
Tie a balloon to it and send it up,
what if the balloon missed.
When I got old my ghost would grab it and give it to him,
Ghosts can't grab paper.
I finally got on my knees and prayed,
"I drew you a picture, I hope you can see it."
A Healing HeartInbetween whole and broken,
a healing heart understands.
It knows joy, pain, hope, and loneliness.
It knows how to comfort and how to endure.
It knows that wounds and pain do not last.
It knows how to truely smile with pure joy.
It knows that bandaids are better than scars,
bandaids show that yes it is hurt but it will heal.
HomeAs I trod upon American soil
To seek out my lowly other,
There stood in midst a man in turmoil
To what appeared a trodden loner.
"Why sittest thou alone?
Is there not one that will sit with thee?"
With a saddened groan
The man spoke to me,
"I have no other to call my friend
No hand to offer or to lend.
For succor I ask no one can send
My broken heart cannot mend."
With my hand upon him I voiced,
"I know not which path ye partook
Neither things which were of thy choice,
All I ask is for ye to simply look."
"I know of a place better than this
Where infinities can reside,
Follow me in a life of peace and bliss
That only this comes deep from inside."
The man retorted, "How knowest these things?
I am but a man who is all alone."
I looked into his eyes and said with such ease,
"My brother... I left my home, so that I can bring you Home."
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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