this is the great merit of this magician called life.
it deceives us and passes us by from moment to moment
from birth to the great gate
most are disappointed. that extraordinary thing,
the great thing dreamed of and expected, did not happen
or maybe... it was not the time yet... or the place
there are people who are satisfied because life has offered them many moments
not extraordinary but precious enough
to be kept in their souls for an eternity
and yes. they are happy people. they enjoy every moment offered
they have the power to transform the everyday into extraordinary
as if epiphany is normal
happy are all those rich in memorable moments
because eternity will remain theirs
painted in tastes and colors
It’s something even children seem to know:
When love is freely given, it will grow.
Though as adults we try hard to deny
Those subtle things we cannot classify.
It’s Wisdom passing down from age to age.
It’s spoken of by prophet, seer, and sage
The young will dream, the old will reminisce
But in the end no one can quite dismiss
The Truth that’s written in our very soul;
The empty space inside, that God-shaped hole.
Look deep inside and you will always find
A love that you can never leave behind.
It’s something everybody longs to feel.
Yes, even as we doubt that it is real.
But every now and then we recognize
That Love is always near, but in disguise.
Love and life, a miracle.
A truth that is empirical
Found deep down in every human heart
Faith and hope and joy and peace
And grace that God will never cease.
A constant light to shine through the dark!
When I met my true love it was bliss,
I thought my life and fate was perfect;
we had so many great future plans,
it was clear sailing to our true north.
I was pregnant and it was a baby boy,
and life was good- we were preparing;
then,, something felt wrong one morn',
at the hospital I delivered a dead baby.
Our life began to decay our love faded,
my love became distant and too quiet;
he left for work and later came a call
I was told he had crashed his car.
At the funeral I felt like I was stone,
and my life was over- I wanted death;
as days passed I found my strength,
and I found a new path forward alone.
Love is a luxury,
You need to have a lot,
Prepare a lot,
To truly guard it.
A little triviality in life,
It will slowly wear it away.
Until the last point,
There's no light left.
You see whether in life or at work,
The pace of two people is out of step
There's no way together permanently.
Market is cruel.
People are knives.
And you are a fish.
How would you survive,
In a pool full of sharks?
in sport and in life
it's not about win or lose...
it's about win...and learn
Will be achieved .)
By forbidding
the sun to rise.'
death isn’t some grand doorway,
no velvet curtain pulled back
to reveal a fresh, pink-fisted miracle
screaming its way into being.
no—
death is the bar at 2 a.m.,
the bartender wiping the same glass
for the hundredth time,
waiting for you to realize
there’s nothing left to drink
and nowhere left to go.
people talk like it’s a rebirth,
a clean slate, a cosmic joke—
but I’ve seen too many bodies cooling
and too many hearts going quiet
to believe in any of that.
life bursts in like a drunk lover,
slaps you awake,
hands you a good cigarette,
tells you to run or stay
but at least keep breathing.
death is quieter,
a landlord who finally changes the locks.
no warmth.
no promise.
no infant light crawling through the blinds.
just the slow extinguishing
of the last good flame
you managed to keep alive
in this busted, beautiful world.
and maybe that’s enough—
that we burned at all,
that we kicked and cursed
and came into this place screaming,
because death,
for all its cold discipline,
has never known
the wild, impossible promise
of a single live birth.
Its in the light
of Truth.'
All else will lie.'
penned in my own hand
all I was, all that I am ~
lines of love and life
Life throws so many curves at you sometimes you don't know where to turn you don't know what to do it seems that you are climbing a mountain that seems to keep going.
Working your fingers to the bone just to have barely nothing at all the sacrifices you make daily are stretching you thin to the point where you are mentally drained.
There is nothing else to give there's only a crumb left of your sanity.
Love can bring joy it can smell of the fragrance of roses and a variety of flowers.
It can burn like fire it can rain down many blessings like a family you never expected to have but it can bring many trials and tribulations like frustration, Anxiety and many others things
But this is apart of what makes life what it is all we can do is go step by step.
Take it day by day in order to survive to be strengthened
Love and Life go hand in hand
By the “resurrection of the body” is meant that at the end of the world
And the bodies of all men will rise from the earth
And be united again to their souls nevermore to be separated
By the special favor of the Assumption
The body of the Blessed Virgin Mother Mary was raised from the dead
And taken into Heaven
The judgement which will be passed on all men immediately after the general
resurrection is called the general judgment
The judgment will be passed on each one of us immediately after death is
called the particular judgment
The rewards or punishments appointed for men after the particular judgment are Heaven
Purgatory
Or Hell
The word “Amen” with which we end the Apostles’ Creed is meant
So it is
Or So be it
I went to the forest.
I watched the sunset.
I talked about harmony
Everything about nature.
I took endless repetitions,
Of adjective lines and colors.
Think about the cycle of life,
Birth, death and a new life.
I'm looking the shadows of trees.
The floating of clouds in the sky,
Drawn the lines of leaves in my palm.
See butterfly lines like river bends,
See the rhythmic hurling of the waves,
A breath of lovers looking the horizon,
Love is the same law of nature.
It never change in the gravity of time,
I just observe, believe and just exist.
Love has no rhythm or rhyme.
It strikes anytime.
It is like lightning coming from the sky.
It hits a person straight out of line.
It can come from far away, or by just looking at a photograph.
It can come from someone close by.
It can be someone we would never pick.
It knows no age or time.
It only makes our heart beat quick.
It can make us have great excitement and give us a feeling of utopia.
Our love can give us many feelings that only true love can.
We can feel a lot from our love, and this is a perfect type of love.
If you find love like this, hold it near and dear for life.
Life is living more than a day
This includes love, joy, fun
Mistakes, sadness and education
I also see gentle side of life
When I feel like everything
Is falling apart, I don't forget
Everyday to give thanks to God
Giving thanks to people who give me love
Giving thanks is a privilege.
Of all the songs
You seem to be
The tuneless one,
Less subtlety.
God's orchestra
Has dealt a hand—
More toneless rasp
Than golden strand.
I wonder if
You long to be
A star
In morning's reverie.
Do tears well up?
Perhaps that's why
You paddle more
Than flit and fly.
And yet…
I see you
Standing proud—
Such confidence
In every crowd.
You waddle round,
For pictures pose—
Such character
Without a nose.
You dress with style,
All brown and green.
There's pride in how
You peck and preen.
You're grounded,
Yet you float and glide.
No treetop nest—
You strut with pride.
So maybe I
Prejudged your tone—
Less violin,
More slide trombone.
In that, the panoply
Of life
Requires such confidence
Amid the strife.
To show us humans
Not to compare—
Just be yourselves,
Be fair and square.
And when life gives you
Orange sauce,
Puff out your chest…
Just stay on course.
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