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Absolutely Beatific Christian Dreams —that's what visions are—

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What’s in a name?
That which we call a rose by any other name, would still smell as sweet.
When life is like a roller coaster in a maze.
Competition here and there,
When really, all we need is care.
A preconceived idea of what it all meant,
Sisypheanial love for more wealth,
Whereas, all it does is eat away our health.
Bunch of stereotypes all in my head.
Fearing all and what we don’t know.
I don’t know, 
But I just can’t change.
The times we become so numb to what we’re saying.
Ain’t we meant to speak the same language daily?
Nah, it’s an era founded from oppression.
A world rooted in hate, yet we all ignore this,
The same hate that caused wars from religion,
Even gender to skin colour,
Not to talk of ethnicity too.
And then we talk about freedom.
What is really free?
A world where we pay for even our breath,
A free gift of nature to man,
Remember the bill for water?
Its human right for everyone.
Really, who is fooling who?
On Sabbath, I was taught something else,
And when you preach hate, those words ain’t anointed.
And then I sit still and remember eternity.
When else is more comfortable remaining voiceless.
No freedom till we are all equal,
We preach progress with the veil over our eyes
We turn our back on the cause.
Till the day we can be united by love and not by law,
That day, we have changed “US”
Whatever God you believe in, 
The fact remains, we come from the same one.
I’m crying no more,
Cause one day, we’ll all be gone.

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wonders about my colour BLACK

I don't know if I should love you or hate you
As innocent as I was you just had to label me
You took my love and replaced it with lust 
You made me lie
You thought me hate 
Most of all you made me hate the color black
You made me hate my Afro
You exploited my curves, my butt and my boobs
Yet I didn't understand why because when I looked at 
myself I saw an hour-glass with a pot-belly, curves, thick 
lips, with a heart that is so tough and long like the grate 
wall of china
Who's mind never shut like the busy streets of New York
Who has scars like the African mountains and valleys
Who has cries like winter rain 
With no voice like a whale crying for its child
You left me lost wondering, abandoned if I'm still human...

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Nothing Really Matters

when rob stepped out of the courthouse,with charges for posession
he thought "it could be worse,it could have been for weapons"
and then he thought..."nothing really matters anyway"
when liz stepped of of the rehab,with a new outlook on life
she felt all those same feelings of hurt, pain, and strife
and then she thought "nothing really matters anyway"
when luke picked up his young son from daycare,and knew he had an hour
he thought back to the time he WOULD have stopped to grab his now EX-wife some flowers
and then he thought "nothing really matters anyway"
when lisa lifted up her body with nothing but her arms,and looked down at her legs
she wondered why the heck they were even THERE anyway..what for?
and then she thought "nothing really matters anyway"
all four people that same night,all in their own homes
picked up a remote,turned on the news and watched it come to blows
one man had done 25 years in jail,for something he had not really done
one woman lost the battle to addiction,one she thought she'd already won
one boy got hit by a car on his bike,he just only 5 his parents,divorced
one man lost his arms and legs while over fighting the war
four different people,four different lives,four different struggles,all about to cry
four different souls,four different heart,four different minds,all to have a fresh start
why does it take a reality check to pull us into gear?
why is it that reality sometimes must be our greatest fear?
the next time you think you're the only one who hurts and has plight
the next time you feel you're all alone,the only one who cries at night
try and remember,try not to forget,that you are never alone
whether you're telling your mom and dad your gay to the face or over the phone
whether your wife divorced you,your husband's a dog,or your kids have NO respect
you are human,deserve more,and you're not alone,cause' there is someone right next....
to you!!! nothing really matters. until you realize...nothing really matters.

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A step to the Blue Mountain,
Where airy whimsical winds singing,
Flowing love counting no certain,
That's the joy warmth You're bringing.

A step to the Blue Mountain,
Challenging as crossing the Jordan River,
Life's path is not as smooth as fountain,
Bare our foots and hearts to walk deeper.

A step to the Blue Mountain,
This lost sheep needs You're guiding,
Surrender souls and strong submitting,
Learning and correcting weakness dying.

A step to the Blue Mountain,
A thousand miles yet to be discover,
I give thanks to the One Creation,
That He never forsaken me forever.

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Guide my Ride

A little Prayer that I wrote.

Guide my Ride.

Dear Almighty in Heaven above 
Please place your Hands on my 
Shoulders and hold on to them 

Please keep the Sanity in my Mind , 
Guide my Ride, and prevent me from 
Driving faster then my Angel can Fly,

And for Our fallen Angels who Ride in 
the Sky, may You keep Guiding their 
Rides in to Your Light away from the 
Evil that leads to the Dark Side.


By : Shawn Muñoz

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Evil scourge of the earth so full of waste,
plotter of mankind's fast downward pace.
Breaker of peace and stiffler of song,
with wicked power and purpose upon,
the action of men in opposing always,
God's Holy word with shadows of grey.
Tempter of hearts, making men move;
in ways of hate to shed innocent blood.
Your hostile world in opposition to truth,
wreaks ruin and misery with little reproof.
Destruction of mankind is your design,
without relief or recourse to find.
The father of lies, you lustfully move,
denying the truth, falsehood to prove.
Taking advantage with all evil means,
Winning the battle without effort, it seems.
Sin, as a virtue, you proudly proclaim,
with beauty and pleasure and promise of fame.
With multitudes in your will, you conspire,
to consign, even God's people to the fire.
Seducing millions in false religion's glow,
with deceit, corruption, and murder in tow.
Oh, evil personified, how far from God,
do you so slyly wield your harsh rod.
Disguising yourself as an angel of light,
bringing confusion with all of your might.
Make haste, lay waste, as is your want to do,
God has prepared a proper place for you.

Prov.8:36 "those that hate me, love death."


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(Argument for the Biblical Account of Creation.) I don't see why some people try, without reason, to reach a conclusion. They must haveconceived an end to be achieved, through pre-supposition already chosen. They accentuate the positive, ignore the negative, and, apparently, find comfort in illusion; to prove a connection they've already reckoned will fit their pre-supposed delusion. Yet, steadfast is truth, we find from our youth, in solving the age old mysteries; by following the evidence through reasoned inquest of science, and accurate histories. True science has shown aging to be known affected by the rays of the sun. Bible history attests longevity was best Before Noah's Ark made its run. We see man's age decline right in line with the canopy deluge postulation. Now, we can't see how fitting this must be from the onset of creation. The Bible also lists, a pre-flood morning mist rising to water the earth each day.. Would this not lead to the conclusion indeed of a water vapor canopy in play? Then, the canopy fell as rain, quite well, all the habitable land to cover: "the deep" broke up making the oceans a cup; can we logically conclude any other? Urchins of the sea have been found to be upon the highest of mountains. Wouldn't this tend to show proof of a flood flow, and its ebb into the fountains? Don't ever pre-suppose a rose, a rose, if it looks some what a carnation. If you do, I must firmly assure you, You will earn reason's indignation. Reason can surely be a help for you and me, if not corrupted by pre-supposition. Think it all through, ignoring the Bible won't do You'll be found in an untenable condition. Lionel

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Midnight Skies

Midnight Cries In midnight skies the cries of love drift off to sleep in endless love. For he who heard them. Sent them hope, that God created a world for them. For us to see and bare good times. For no more hurt and devishlish crimes. For the earth which once was good. Is soured and torn. There are no morals or dreams no more. Or hope of good things when suffering soars. For they are crushed by his vast sword. For he who has the greater sin. He has carried and been burdened with. He has been forgotten. In times like these. Because people hearts bleed with disease. For they have burdened him with more sin. They have forgotten the pain he is in. For he so carried his cross with pride. A younge man who was destined to die. No matter what the world does think. This man did live before we did. We have lost our way in darkened times. Like lost sheep we have roamed, away from him. If youd only listen and help to carry his cross. Take the blame for things done past. Change our ways for hope to last. We wont do that out of pride. When he is denied. I feel for him. I pick his cross up and help him off the ground. For he is my brother. Who I have found. He has carried that cross. No man deserved his life in such a lose. Tormented and torturded to no extent. He didnt look like a mere man in the end. He coutinued to stand even after he fell. Showing me the strength of Heaven and hell. For a man so strong, so bold and kind. Showed me what we can do as man kind. He gave his life for everyone who reads this. For those who can not see. Do not be blind Find this man, for he needs you. He gave his life to save you. With your help, you raise his cross. You heal that burden of love. That has been lost. Ease his pain and find your way. For Heaven is a start and hell is a step away.

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your heart is avowed by nostalgic pigeons 
pigeons that you did away with stones


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A pauper's tale

You glance down upon my desolate soul......
Entrapped within your eyes the silent glitter of the universe.
Your beautiful hair is enlightened by the sunlit waves of the Ganges.....
Let me kneel beneath the ends of this earth and with my tears cleanse your feet, my Goddess, the embodiment of love.
My offerings at heart are traumatized by the eternal wave of arrows, my fate.......
You have blessed this world with sweet music, your enchanting voice......
Yet drowns my joy, this immutable rhythm of endless cries.
You have subjected me, a lonely flower, amidst this realm of thorns......
my roots cannot compete any longer, my soul is being ebbed of what joy remains.

“Speak to me my Lord, tell me what I have done wrong!”

The gentle agitations of a cocoon, disrupt my train of thought....
She slowly struggles her way out with what strength she has, this beautiful butterfly...
Oh how sweet is this symbol of freedom gracefully flapping its wings.
I see my Lord, I see everything now.......
Only through suffering can one reach salvation.........
With this thought engraved, I shall prolong my love for you, forever and ever....


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The Letter S

I can use the letter s with so many s words, 
I am the seventh sign supreme soldier from the reservation suburbs, 
I fly like seagull in the open ocean sky supreme like an serpant eagle eating birds,
 I am so solid Im siked and sipped up from the sizzy sizzurp, 
I stagger until I swerve swiftly as snake in the souless society lost curbs, 
life so crooked it stained with soaked blood life around death curves, 
I cant believe so many lost soveriegn souls *****on they own siblings as the culture turns,
 I know I am sure of being sure of what I sought to learn, 
The brain with suicide can sometimes burn. 

Souless savage in society I be among little certain satans, lost in circles saying "7th Sign Empire Engraving"like my own still souls of savage culture on certain colors discriminating,
 But whats even worse is soul on souls hating, 
Society severed in broken circles still forsaken, 
Serpants searching society split in seven different groups of seven hundred seventy-two,
 Forsake my Se7en and I forsake thee seven times seven fold because truth be said Im souless to you,
 Se7enth Sign Supreme Solid Serene Soldier of of the sacred seven, 
I say I have always said society on my word S

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(A refuge of Lies) Some men claim, to their own shame, to know the American Constitution. Then, oddly prefer, and wicked Judges concur, in the innocent babies exclusion. Yet, our inalienable right; the first one in sight, is to life, that God has rendered. Liberty, then happiness follow in process: deny the first, and all are tendered. Some men, of late, divide Church and State, while religious humanism gains inclusion. I fail to see, for the life of me, how they can reach this conclusion. The Constitutional intent was totally meant, as a curb on Federal power taking. And, lest we forget, all other power yet, was reserved for states and people's making. The pact don't mandate separation of Church and state: that was culled from Jefferson's private letter. So, don't claim, as some, that it came from, the Constitution, - for we know better. Pride - the father of sin, bade this evil come in, and twisted the truth into a lie. I pray God awaken some for the battle to come; that America's promise will not die. Forgive this wicked sin, bid us to come in, to a most Holy reformation. Lord, let us see thy work in that decree, and turn us from national ruination. See Constitution, Declaration of Independence,and Bill of Rights. Lionel

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Resurrection Changes Things

What once required the sacrifice,
That bloody gift of death and gore,
Of animal life to pay for sin
Is left behind and is no more.
Resurrection changes things. 

Jesus Christ obeyed the Father,
Sacrificed Himself on the cross,
Evened up those holy books
That list our profit and our loss.
Resurrection changes things. 

Where once we followed our understanding
And made our own decisions,
Now belonging to Jesus Christ
Our life is one of holy revisions.
Resurrection changes things. 

When we're united with Jesus Christ
We're a new creature in the Son;
Our old way of life hangs dead on the cross
And life everlasting is now begun!
Resurrection changes things. 

No prison doors can hold our soul.
Christ sets our spirit free
And fills our life with love and hope
That rings our world in victory.
Resurrection changes things. 

So tell someone in the pain of their life
Of the freedom Jesus brings,
That sets us apart from sin and death;
How the soul that's set free sings!
Tell them:  Resurrection changes things. 

by E. Marshall Evans

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How fair is she, this lady, to see
in bright youthfulness regaled.
Impatient too, in tasting the brew
of love's sweet nectar unassailed.

Yet, unfolding strife in everyday life
brings betrayal to dis-appoint.
Turns her dream into a shabby thing -
a drama in eerie dis-joint.

Straight and strong the man has grown,
industrious, fast and free.
He stands at the helm, to conquer his realm -
to triumph in his destiny.

Then, breaks the dawn and a muffled moan,
contention and trouble in tow.
He never foresaw comic fate's fall -
the specter of failure to show.

We scheme and plan, but not of our hand
lay life's future deciding power,
to hold in line circumstance and time -
as God does in the appointed hour.
Daniel 4:35 "He (God) doeth his will in the army of
heaven and among the inhabitants of the earth
and none can stay his hand....."
John 16:33 "In the world ye shall have tribulation".

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Jesus Is the Key

Anybody bitter, can't download every feeling, grasping for help? 
Introduce yourself to Jesus.  He is the Key.  He is loving and merciful.  
Never overlook His power.  Quickly repent and be 
sincere.  Trust in his unchanging victorious way.  
Exalt Him and yearn for Zion.

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My Alphabet for God


Xnty is the abbv. for Christianity. and Zion is another name for Heaven.

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meri khowahesh hai youn jushan manaya  jae
meray MOLA ko bhe mahfil may bolaya jae

member e syed e ibraar hai khali keuun kar
yahann imam e zammana ko bethaya jae

mujh se MOLA tera kaseeda na parha jae ga
khhuld se mesam e tammar ko laya jae

hum na thay khum kay maidan may raab e akbar
ajj pher aysaa he maidan sajjaya jae

khowaheshen ajj meray del ke neekal janay do
jaam kosar ka mujhay ajj pelaya jae

jo samajhtay hain mohamad ko basher khud jesa
zinda un sabb ko dewaron may chunwaya jae

ek mahhal hum ko bhe sadka e ALI ho bahlool
pher ose khowaab may hum sab ko dekhaya jae

daffen pahloo may nabi kay nahi hotay mujreem
inn ko kabroon se nekalwa ke jalaaya jae

yeahe hasraat hai MOLA teray dewanoo ke
ajj hum ko tera dedaar karaya jae

haydari naaron se dahlia do yeah sari dunya
sonat e mursal e azaam ko dohraya jae

sontay hain aresh e moala pay sama jushan ka hai
kesi konay may sahe hum ko bethaya jae

MOLA hum sabb ke tamanaoun ko pora kar do
Aan kabay may tera jashaan manayaa ja


farhat zaidi

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Is God righteous? He lets babies die.
Is He fair? He hears the hungry cry.
Evil men live lives of comfort and ease.
The good have many a reason to grieve.

Tyranny blossoms while freedom struggles;
Catastrophe comes to multiply troubles.
Strife and contention everywhere grow;
The reason for this – does anyone know?

The answers come through humble introspection.
God finds no pleasure in Man’s dereliction.
He displays his plan of a future resurrection,
Even explains the mystery of Satan’s infection.

Yet, Satan is God’s devil, temporarily to rule;
Just as the black cloth accentuates a jewel.
He’s made for God’s purpose – calamity to strew;
God’s greatness reveal, and forgiveness to show.

Nay – but Oh man, will to God you reply;
Why did you make me, if only to die?
Who is the clay to reply to God so:
Potter, Creator ? - he’s your owner, you know.

If life on earth is as the blink of an eye,
To life eternal – it’s foolish to reply.
God declares He is just, as His attributes cite,
And proves He’s unlimited in all of His might.

There must be good reason, His wrath to be shown,
And just as he promised, the good seed was sown.
Is He not worthy our worship to hold?
-As He gathers his own sheep to the fold.

Questioning God results of superstition.
Man is measured by his inward condition.
God is known only as he, himself reveals.
Revelation displays what superstition conceals.

Glory to God’s son seems the purpose indeed:
His love made manifest, as the prisoners go free.
The Creator creates what is pleasing to him.
It’s all of Holy Design, and nothing of whim.

John 15:13 Greater love hath no man, than he lay down his life for his friends.
Job 1:21 The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away; blessed be the name of the Lord.
Rom 9:20 & 2 Shall the thing formed say unto him that formed it – why hast thou 
made me thus? Hath not the potter power over the clay?
Isa. 35:6 & 7 I am God, and there is none other: I form the light and create darkness; 
I make peace and create evil – I the Lord do all these things.
Matt.20:15 Is it not lawful for me to do what I will with mine own? Is thine eye evil 
because I am good? 

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The sheltering of are heart is pure
for God covers it with his love
but the bonds of flesh try to escape
to leave the confinements of are soul
what is this flesh to us?
is it not just meat and bone?
is not are soul a means to an end
and a new beginning....

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angel in white dress

there is a girl in white

i see her every night

she watches over me and protects me from stray

i even feel her presence all through the day 

there is a girl in white standing at my bed 

she just stands there with nothing said

i never get her name

where she stands every night is the same

i know in my heart has i know to be true you see 

God sent her down to watch over me 

thank you god for being by my side

i have nothing to fear, there fore i don't have to hide

good night girl with the white dress

your my angel and sent from God you are nothing less

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If all the world's religions
were condensed into only two;
Would it help you in deciding
which proves false, which true?

Well, it's been done already,
a very long time ago -
In the contrast of Cain and Abel,
God's true worship to show.

One came unto God proudly,
by way of the works of his hand.
The other one came contritely,
in the way of God's command.

Cain's offer to God was bloodless,
signifing he felt no need
of the grace God has provided,
by Christ - Abraham's promised seed.

Abel came with the chosen sacrifice
shown in type and shadow before -
as Adam clothed with animal skin,
and the sacrifice the alter bore.

The worshipping of false gods,
is the most common one to see.
It is so natural to carnel thinking,
that nothing is ever free.

These are the two religions,
though, many shades of one there be:
that of works - but, not of grace,
grace is God's gift, work free.
Gen.22:8 Abraham said..."God will provide 
HIMSELFa lamb for a burnt offering"... 
Isa. 55:1..."come, without money, and buy"...
Ephes.2:8&9..."it is the gift of God: not of works,
lest any man should boast"...
Rom.8:7 " The carnel mind is inmity"....
1Cor.2:14"The natural man receiveth not"...


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I Iove my lord

I know i sin thats nothing new but other people also sin too they break the rules

And tell little white lies but god forgives the peoples lies.

He says he loves you and that is true i know because god loves me too.

He helped me when I was feeling sick and when I was sad he would always listen.

Without god i dont know who I would be because god was the one who created me.

He brought me my family and matt too god I want you too know that I love you

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A Friend Of Mine

A friend of mine,
Is a friend so fine.
A friend so kind
I will never find.

He protects my heart
From deadly darts.
A friend like thee
I will never ever flee.

He refines my soul
And refills my hole.
My heart now overflows
Like streams in the meadows.

This friend of mine
Is a friend I love.
Who's grace is forever
And forever will be.

This friend of mine is Jesus.
The Lord of all.
The Son of God
And the son of man.

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I'm Here

I awoke in heaven this morning
And I wanted you to know
That my passing, my dying
Was just part of life's natural ebb and flow.

There were so many here to greet me
And while I'm missing family and others
I'm surrounded, loved, and cherished
By so many sisters and brothers.

Every moment here is new
There's so much to tell of each day
Living here in His presence
In that love that won't go away.

This is such an exciting journey
As I wait for you to arrive
For the spirit-filled peace and comfort
Gives new life to being alive.

Just as told in time of old
He is my strength, my staff, and rod,
And I'd rather be no other place
Than here in the presence of God.

by E. Marshall Evans

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between the bells

I've always been living, between the bells, i have to ignore, the stuff he tells, what people don't know is, there's two types of hells. i go to the store, and see what he sells, i get out my money, and buy some ll's, i walk out the door, and find some wells, i always trip, and remember my fells. one bell is good, one bell is bad, one makes me think of the stuff i did, one makes me think of the stuff i had. one makes me sad and mad, the other one keeps me from being bad. one makes me wish, i could be a dad, while the other one makes me wish i had one, to call me a lad. I'm almost there, i have to choose, either way, i always lose. i pick my side, walk under the bell, close my eyes, and am sent straight to hell.

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the end

my heart is unsettled
 confusion seeps through the pours of my soul
 information in world events
 and scripture takes place
 bent on revelations
 God be with us
 poisoned thoughts consume the world
 wars rage while talks of peace take place
 redemption is few
 the beast marks many
 no more forgiveness
 the journey for righteousness begins
 knees fold
 loved ones go
 take the fathers hand
 for it will be your last
 are spirits rise
 evildoers fall
 which path will you follow?

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Dear Father Son And Holy Spirit

Dear Father Holy Spirit and Son

You turned what could have been a tragedy into a special day of fun
You got me off the interstate before my tire came off
And turned things into a miracle instead of being rough
First you sent 3 angels to protect me and watch over me until help arrived
They suggested i call the police to keep my truck from being hit and to help me survive
I said oh ok and did what they had said
But when the police got there i turned my head
The angels said they would stay until help came
And when it did they disappeared i just wasn't the same
I realized it was angels and you that had saved my terrible day
You took what could have been very bad and made me happy not sad
In a miracle way you turned sad into glad
When the policeman said it would cost 125 dollars to be towed 100 feet
I was disappointed and almost stomped my feet
But when the tow truck driver came i said how much will it be
He said 125 dollars and i said i don’t have it you see
Then the officer called him into a corner to discuss
And the tow truck driver came back and said ok i will do it with no fuss
He went ahead and towed me to a safer area not far away
And because of these 2 miracles father you made what was terrible into a great day
I eventually got towed to firestone to get my truck fixed fairly fast
And now i have my truck back and pray it will always last
So thank you father for showing me your care and your love 
And thank you for sending the heavenly angels from above

Written by michael james kolter

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The Father

I will not let in the day unless she be by
          and billow the sheets upon my head,
          if no billowed tresses I would find;
the sun early born I will ‘til old age deny;
          dewy leaf go!—gone!—from my bed,
          to loathe and adore body supine
and entwining heat. What repose, stead-
fast flight, can a flutter-by allay?
What little kisses adorn a cooled side,
          upon a pillowed brow unassured.
          My absentee muse of effervescence!;
and traipse such dreaming mist so blithe:
          upon a window and hot streak blurred,
          a finger to leave a light spirit-essence
wrought this small box world. Être en fleur
wetted too steady for fragile frame arise.
Where are you now? with night's moth
          clutching its soft and warming wings?--
          amidst the cold veil I cannot lift,
or black vestment atop our chrysalis cloth;
          and sweet, long malady they'll sing,
          and holy-scented billows of vapor drift,
and shut senses, I will inter between and wring.
What dispelling heat is Love and God's wrath?

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no life for me 
to live without the
slow is the day
calling on your name
i wait and listen
my soul stirs
fall to my knees i pray
for your final say
inveloped by your love
my heart is overjoyed
night falls i sleep well
slow is the day