His light, falls gently
Erasing the melancholy
The summer’s grief
Restless praises, stirred
By the music of a grace
Beyond the heavens,
Where love can amaze….
Sweet notes of praise,
On lips of leaf and life
When starlight trembles
Keeping away this strife…
Autumn’s brisk light
Falls across the night
Where melancholy
Whispers to a moon so bright,
Streams of tear like dewdrops
Rest on the soul who knows
Whatever comes in this life
God above will exalt…
Every heart who remembers
He is One who knows me best
And, with Him, life is forever blessed!
Draw the water slow,
From the well of love and pain,
And drench me with life.
God you are the smartest, you take it all away, only to turn our head and make us see the light.
God thank you for all the time you give us to make our life shine bright, thank you for all the times we fell we learned lots of lessons, and got some bruises too.
God thank you for giving us a chance to get back up and make amends.
God we are trying to follow good ways, please don’t give up on us, we will pray and work to make you proud.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Yes, Deirdre Harrison, yes
I sang that song to my son
for years before he asked me to stop
I love you too,
Billy Holiday
"I'll always think of you that way"
in the way I hope my son
remembers me
when the trumpet plays its solo
and lesser sounds stop
This cabaret has cleared out
and the carousel has stopped turning circles
but "when the night is new"
I will find the corners
of the moon
and the meaning
of a strangely shaped life
I wrote a story
About love and life,
My life, my love
All the memories, some strife
I wrote of joy,
There was peace and praise
Hearts were broken
But love would always amaze
I wrote of wonders,
So many reasons
For heartfelt smiles,
All those seasons!
I wrote of dreams
It’s hard to believe
All those treasures
I just couldn’t conceive
I wrote of grief
That came from caring
Suffering and tears
My soul I was sharing
I wrote of a lifetime
Of prayer and hope
So many changes
I found ways to cope
I wrote of beauty
In the starlit nights
Beautiful music
In the still morning lights
I wrote of knowing
How it feels to mourn
My heart is comforted
Despite this pain I’ve worn
I wrote of blessings,
Some days were so good
Every season of life
I’ve known, I’ve understood…
It is Jesus who tells me
What it means to know
The love that is with me
Love that gives a soft glow
But that final page,
The page when I’m gone
I can’t write that chapter,
It’s an ending not yet drawn.
When God tells my story,
After death has taken me home
I know that final page
Will be so amazing… sweet shalom!
If you love something a lot,
you can do amazing things with it,
like a sun that loves the sky so much,
it colors it gold every morning and evening.
Look at the sunflower.
It turns its whole face toward the light,
like it's saying, thank you, thank you,
and that's how the world gets brighter.
When you love what you're doing,
your hands become like little rivers,
they just keep flowing and flowing,
and hard things start to feel like fun things.
A picture painted with love
glows like a firefly in a jar,
though not perfect, but alive,
lighting up the whole dark room.
So love big.
Try hard.
Whatever you make with love in it
will shine.
as I analyze
the sociology of birds
in my backyard
I must be getting older
if I find this thrilling
The crows sounded
like they were on steroids
a field too close to me
My life is pixelated
in little squares of color
that look better far away
Please do not love me less
for this
I’m sliding down
chocolate waterfalls
faster than a female
cheetah in heat
hunting
I have so much love to give
But ho one to give it to
It can't just be anyone
Because only one person is special
Some people don't deserve my love
I want to care for someone
Give them my ideas and thoughts
Someone to share a laugh with
Someone to share my life with
I thought I found that special person
But now I'm rethinking it
She's not liking me the way I'm liking her
But I don't think I can ever stop
It's killing me
Every day I some hoe steer my thoughts in her direction
Then I realize
It won't happen
It never will
The pain in your eyes,
Are the shadows of your past,
Like storm clouds passing.
is almost as lovely as
as obscurity
I love you.regardless…
I’ll find better scenery
in the scheme of things
I will shiver under AC
while sweating late at night
Dreams are nice
when you never chase things
that turn around
and chase you
I’m too tired
to stretch my letters into
CAPITALS
in the middle of the bridge
where a compass finds solid ground
and morality meets gravity
All the dog days are askew for us:
the sand-sifting perfectionists
We are the romantic remains
of impressionistic hearts
that feed on love where dandelions grow
and weeds repurpose reason
I am a northern-hearted woman
and I will take root
PONDERING THOUGHTS ON GOD’S WORDS
WAITING TO BE LIVED
Is it not gospel,
That we are all of one race?!
Yet, there’s racism!
It’s one thing to know the truth;
It’s another to live it:-
God still speaks to us;
But we still do not listen:
To busy hating:-
Belief is one thing;
Practicing it, another:-
We need to live love!
Mercy, mercy, mercy Lord,
Still navigate us:
Sowing and reaping fruitful
Lives of onderful onement:-
You can love a person
by not losing yourself;
And I have learnt it recently
after losing myself several times
for that one person I loved,
I still love, will love:
Rajeev, my second one,
after my first love died.
We went through separation several times,
life tested us, and we abandoned each other a thousand miles
metaphorically and physically too
and the mental distance continued.
Yet life brings us together again to check
maybe what's the maturity streak!
Have we learnt to love by keeping the boundaries too,
Or is it just another test and subscription renew?
This time I will not fail in this test,
I will choose myself first
and then will do the rest for my love's sake.
Yes, you can love someone
and still can't lose you!
You are the brave, the great, the beautiful,
you are always the first lover of you.
You can love someone,
but if they unlove, unfriend or disdain,
you should never afford to lose you.
Almighty always wants you to sustain
with the beautiful soul you are being given,
and should not lose yourself by anyone's disdain.
Money is the mover, it makes us do things that can make us all shiver.
Money is like a power, it makes us glow with desire.
Money is like a culture, it has the power to move mountains and cause great things of oppression.
Money has taken all the free stuff, and turned it into a way to control us.
Money has turned our forests into cities, taking all the clean air and making us sick with lack of green cleaning natural living.
Money has a way, it has the power to make us all be afraid.
Money has taken most of the free growing apple trees and other trees, and made us pay for things that God gave us for free.
Money was only suppose to be for trading, not for oppression or for causing starvation.
So, plant the free growing food, make our spaces green with clean air, let the babies be born and stop all the killing, love, live, grow and pray, let the natural world heal and live life with love and care.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
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