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I seek to love You for Yourself,
not for the profit I will gain;
if prison walls are all I know,
my love should grow and never wane.
Within myself I have not strength
to love You, Lord, the way I ought;
but if I yield my all to Thee
then You can do what I could not.
I love You, Lord, no more than I
love those who closely share my life;
and if at them I take offense
or pleasure find in any strife,
I have not learned to love at all.
So often I have failed the test
when most I thought I really loved;
Lord, I would learn Your way is best.
I must have You! Oh, more and more,
I need Your presence in my heart;
I cannot have too much of You!
It seems I've just begun to start
to know the fullness of Your life.
Your way of love is far too high
for my poor heart to comprehend.
I need Your love; my love must die.
So love Yourself, my God, through me,
and may my life a channel be
where love in rivers, calm and clear,
Flows on in true simplicity.
Cut deep the gorge within my heart;
the stony contents wear away.
let fountains of Your love and joy
burst forth and brighten someone's way.
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, 1987
A perfect beauty
A perfect beauty could be different beneath the skin.
They may be beautiful on the outside,
But dark secrets may be hidden underneath.
The person we desire could be blinding us from their faults;
The lover we require may be a detached love so far away from us.
In silence we remain alone;
In voice we give birth to love.
Without a love of our own,
We remain less than we should have become.
We have to see past lust
And delve deep under to find love;
Because a love built solely on lust,
Will crumble and become lost.
If we remain true to love and do not just accept anyone;
We will find what we need, if we are lucky enough to find the one.
The words have already told us,
That love is everything that we need.
So stay faithful to your faith in love
And you will find your real love, eventually.
Obsessing over beauty will only leave us so sad;
We may miss out on love, for them and they may never know.
If you think they are the one,
But then you see the flaws they never had;
You will regret what you did or didn’t do and you will end up alone.
Be open to love, for every love is a gift;
Do not take anyone for granted, or they will soon be gone.
Throw your arms around love; do not let it be missed,
Because you cannot change what you have already done
And if they really are so perfect, then why are they alone?
A flawed beauty is what we should desire;
A painful past will bring you closer together.
A love full of lust burns the brightest fire;
A lust without love, will never last forever.
Being honest to love is not such a risk,
When you compare it to being honest with only lust.
Love will protect you every hour, in every kiss;
But with each lover, you wear away love and away goes the trust.
In stars we search for understanding, for meaning and for sight;
In songs we find understanding, true meaning and insight.
In marriage we become new beings, living a whole new life.
A beauty without flaws is called perfection; it is also a lie.
Seek what you want and accept what you will;
Profit where you may and put your trust in who you want.
Desire all you can have and let no tear ever be wrongfully spilled;
Live for lust, or lust for love;
Live for love and you will find that you are now at one with the one.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
I remember moments when his expressions of affection left me speechless. What insights have your memories offered me? I found myself quickly captivated by a charming scammer.
As the night came to an end, I urged him, "Let me heal." Someone wisely pointed out, "You are neither his therapist nor his mother." I should encourage his growth, but I won't take on his emotional burdens or fix his problems for him. After all, how many times can a fool be deceived? Lonely nights can wear away at one's soul.
I suggested he find a job, but he continues to insist that he is a celebrity.
Mr. Kingpalacekp, while anyone can assign themselves a title, true value comes from standing firmly behind it. Embrace your strength and courage.
It's halfway through this year, and next month will mark a month since I encountered the parasite.
It's time to put an end to this chaos before I find myself in a therapist's office.
Life has no balance.
you wear away at me with your silence
not with whetted words
or physical altercations
there are no recriminations
No...
it's much more corrosive than all of that
this is the sad fact
apathy barbed in neglect
is the tool that you use
not aware it's abuse
how it scrapes and it grinds
determined not to leave anything behind
day after day
night after night
year after year
till the memory
of who I was dissapears
a little bit more every day
you wear me away
voiceless, I fade
silent in your silent tirade
only pebbles remain
of a once templed soul
and with a little more time
pulverized,
they blow away...
by the constant silent howling
of your loveless heart
Eileen Manassian
The person who is trustworthy in small matters is also trustworthy in great ones. - St. Luke 16:10; 16:9-15
We practice trust all the time
We trust other people – pilots, plumbers, teachers, letter carriers, car mechanics, Church ministers,Engineers
Closer to home, we trust our spouse, children, friends and neighbors
We trust things too
The chair we sit on, the car we drive, the steps we walk down, the bridge we drive over everyday
We would not live a normal life without trust
Trust is a glue that holds the community together
It makes society possible
That’s why dishonesty and betrayal are such serious offenses
They not only damage a personal relationship
They wear away the larger community
Today’s Gospel reminds us of the importance of personal integrity
How trustworthy am I in small and great matters?
Whom do I trust?
How much do I really trust Eternal God?
Note: Eternal God, I thank You for all the trustworthy people and things in my life.
The sky turned stygian grey, violent winds blew.
From above, tears of liquid grief poured down.
Flood waters rose, pressure got built under the soil.
The earth erupted with rocks and buildings,
Coming down with a deadening sound, not once
But thrice in the wee hours of the night.
After the day’s hard toil, those who lay down to sleep,
Were swept away without a moment’s notice.
Two populous villages with hundreds of houses,
And public buildings vanished out of sight in seconds!
A landslide of horrendous magnitude came,
Shrieking like a fiendish banshee....
Sweeping away habitations and the belongings.
In the place of lush green vegetation and towering trees,
Nothing remains but a heap of rocks, stones and debris.
Their voices are forever stilled, their dreams, shattered,
Those who survived the tragedy face the greatest trauma.
With sobbing hearts and a vacant stare, they search,
For the dear ones missing, a grief hard to bear.
The sight of pet dogs sniffing for their masters
Under the slush and debris is so heartrending!
***** ***** ***** ****** *****
After two days, the pouring rain stopped, the sky became clear
Now the earth lies in dreadful silence like a graveyard.
The rubble lies heaped where homes and buildings once stood
Help is pouring in from all quarters of the country.
The initial shock has begun to wear away as reality has set in.
The dreadful numbness gives way as grief takes hold
People sober up from the initial shock and get ready
To have a foothold, knowing well that long nights are ahead.
Reeling minds with no balance, now regain some equilibrium.
With cautious steps through the ruins, they plod with resilience.
The affected people and volunteers work in unity,
To regain what has been lost, though it is a herculean task,
To darn and repair the torn land to make it fit for living.
Man has an ability to sober up and emerge like phoenix,
From the pit of ashes, healing, mending and finding his way.
At three years old,
she slides down the playground chute
again and again—
screaming joy like a law of nature,
not knowing her thrill
relies on two surfaces
refusing to agree.
I don't tell her
that without friction
she'd fall through her chair,
pass through the carpet,
drop through the crust,
until even the Earth's center
ran out of grip.
I just watch her walk—
tiny soles pressing the ground,
each step a quiet argument
between rubber and concrete:
stay.
then go.
Last night she asked
why ice is slippery.
I wanted to say something
about water letting go
of its own shape—
but she was already gone,
hunting for socks,
her question dissolving
faster than I could catch it.
At the store,
she pushes the cart
(I guide it, barely)
and gasps at how
a week's worth of groceries
glides like nothing.
"It's magic," she says.
And maybe it is—
all those invisible wheels
and tiny metal balls
conspiring to make
heavy things light.
Tonight, she kicks off her blanket.
"Too scratchy," she complains,
and I smooth it down,
thinking how that roughness
against her skin
whispers:
you are here.
you are real.
you exist.
But what I don't say is this:
someday friction will burn her.
Rope through palms,
knees on asphalt,
the slow wear
of things that stay
too close
too long.
What I don't say is
that the same force
keeping her safe in bed
is teaching her
that everything
she'll ever love
will eventually
wear away.
Instead, I watch her sleep,
my hand resting
in her hair,
both of us held
by invisible forces
neither of us
fully understands.
Pride is a motivator, a stimulator of scarlet soul
an accelerator to the next glorious goal
generator of newcoming awakening
cultivator out cunning the unkind
cutting away all the doubts and flouts, leaving the babel and rabble behind,
a slayer of beasts and witches,
pulverizer of all that threatens my wishes,
Pride is an educator, a teacher whom need not flatter
or conspire to push passion higher,
a preacher promisin that you can be better than you thought you were,
transformer from the mediocre to a raw reformer
makin my heart the perfect love performer
romanticizer of the love battles that my Lady and I thunder
reinforcer of our durable dreams, encourager for our beautiful hunger,
Pride has weather, moving me to smile at the wind and bear the barbs of error,
an innovator of my instincts, reflector of bleeding color
It compells me to be a competitor, a finisher, and a star runner,
my blessings won't bow to humble hoaxes
my talent cannot tolerate the tamming of tragedies
my courage will not cower with the false virtue of humble hypnotism
ain't no way a honkeytonk humbler gonna wear away my sway,
my faith will not stumble upon the stones of humble wastelands,
I wasn't born to walk with humble eyes,
I'm alive to thrive with a sacred strive,
in pride I hear the voice of my Creator say, be great or die!
J.A.B.
Even Rocks Can Cry
Even rocks wear away with time
and the demands of strength. These
seemingly immoveable objects,
deflectors of life’s raging torrents,
sun warmed seats of contemplation,
bearers of past high and low water marks.
Unnoticed, they sit as observers, watching
as time passes through their moment,
aware, yet unaware, of the softening of
edges, the smoothing of an old, once
craggy face, resigned to the river’s
changing moods, the wind’s cold chaffing,
the sun’s yellow soothing, the moon’s cool
silver chill and the cleansing joy of
a spring rain. Yes, these rocks, these
anchors, depended on for guidance,
for protection, for the memory of
the splashing joy of youth. These rocks
when left too long grow lonely,
shed an unseen tear. For even rocks
can cry.
2/17/2014 --125 words
A glowing sun sets over the breezy coast
battered by an angered sea,
and amid instilled peace,
percussion entices sadness
with its perfume from the contiguous jessamines
that smell stronger than the clustered cloves;
I neither contest nor seem contented with the inability
to satisfy this yearning with a passion so infinite...
until I discover these emerald eyes
more dazzling than gemstones!
Woman, so highly desirable,
with a skin so soft and touchable,
let my manly arms embrace you and hide
your beauty in the deepest place of the mind...
where it can only grow larger than memory,
and retain its wholeness of simplicity!
Once you entrust that love to me,
I'll make certain that it reaches its extremity,
enough not to want any other
who won't keeps his promise and doesn't love intensely;
dishonesty always defeats who is unfair!
Woman, seeking out a dreamy night...
through the arousal of sensual emotions
ruled by a rampant desire, embellish it
with these emerald eyes more dazzling than gemstones:
to captivate and liberate me from a wait I can hardly bear,
so that I don't wear away as a river swallowed up by the water!
A moon so glaring and displeased by unreachable distance,
illuminates what darkness made dull,
and approves of our unity by showing that beautiful
and radiant face without the usual spots;
and while it stands, it announces the sunrise of new days,
and I am grateful for these emerald eyes more dazzling than gemstones!