ODE TO YOU
To the success of my endeavors might Love
not illude me. Then might my toils be not
in vain. That even the holiest of me turmoil
is seen as wicked and such meddling
unwanted
.Ultimately from fides or fidare might
a faith ensue that trust then is established.
Only a promise that I may then refer to her
as mine.
Then all that tempest her shall be seen as
outsiders with intent to crumble our trust.,
or distort our togetherness.
The formal promise.
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Staccato
Hera (goddess of marriage)
, Hymenaios (god of weddings)
, and Aphrodite (goddess of love)
shifting a relationship from something casual
to a long term relationship.
Unwelcomed Visitor
If Jesus came to see you
Would you open up the door?
Or would you hope He didn't see you
As you crouched there on the floor?
Would you recognize our Saviour?
If He came to you today?
Would you run in joy to greet Him?
Or send Him far away?
Do you hear Him in the shadows?
When He speaks in gentle rain.
When sleep and rest illude you,
And your heart is wrecked with pain?
He is calling, hands extended
Take His hand and feel is touch.
He holds what you are seeking
And He loves you oh so much!
If Jesus came to see you,
Would you answer when He calls?
He is waiting there to help you
He will catch you when you fall.
Through long years he stands there waiting.
Just accept his healing touch.
No one else provides the answers
And He loves you oh so much.
~Forever End~
To Thy, Be, an over barring
Baron, of Lesser Bliss to
the Sarcasticness. Lesser, is
the Evil, Ney, Thy is lesser . . .
Lesser Be the evil in our
Heart's, Fore, Thyn is closer
to the one & God, & for thyn
haste, to entrap the cause
& squash it, ending pain,
ending debate, having found a
way, to illude the under-
current, of an endless,
Equation. Be Thy Within
Thy Soul Forever &
ever more, wanting,
Thyn'est Forever, In
The Wake, of Forever
In, twas choise, of
whoms choosing, Can a
mind forget not regret,
not, or fore that, from
someone, within come
to Forgive. Playing back the
Rhymn over & over
again, this game of mine,
to intertwine triumph
with thee loss which
beckons me more &
more, in the coin toss.
sharing in God's grace, and love, and mercy,
even in sharing in the midst of our hurting,
places us open to love deeper to see you,
watching your love move in everything we do,
breaking free can seem uncomfortable when so conformed in our ways,
in the balance of our own protection we sometimes move farther away,
trusting more in his protection moves us,
through the dangers that try to illude us,
sometimes too much is enough to see,
at times God pulls us away in prayer to intercede,
strongholds can stand right up in your face,
to surround its atmosphere with no breathing space,
to block your concentration of loves true cause,
the distance must be to leave until it is gone,
parts of the body working the visible eye cannot see,
the internal makeup of his purpose to be,
the beat of the heart, the sound in its call,
that make up and orchestrate the sound of its song.
I stood, the lonely tree
In a forest of false faces
Turning into silence
Making use of empty spaces
Taller then the rest I stand
Looking out over many lies
A tapestry weaved of deception
Colliding to illude the eye
A bird perched on my shoulder
Sings to me a song of peace and joy
Bringing new found peace and life
That the evil try to destroy
The sweet melody speaks of hope
In a world that is quickly falling
It's a mournful cry for help
The children of the world it's calling
We stand now, a united forest
Listening to humanites cry for salvation
And we root ourselves in hope
All is takes is a dream and determination.
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