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On Angels' Wings

High above our shattered town,
On angel's wings you fly around.
Watching over those of us,
Left to rebuild our shattered lives.

I'm sorry that you suffered so,
And that no one will ever know.
The horror that you faced, the fear that you felt,
Were you even aware that the levees broke?

I feel your pain, your suffering,
When the rushing water destroyed everything.
And left you gasping for one last breath,
'Causing your tragic, untimely death.

I believe you're in a better place,
Far above this human race.
You are free, finally home,
Having suffered your last storm.

High above our shattered town,
On angel's wings you fly around.
Through tears I whisper may God hold you close,
He takes only the best and it's you He chose.

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Now

I am reaching for heights unknown,
As I leave no stone unturned.
I am treading a path unpaved,
With hope that I survive unscathed.

The obstacles I must surmount, 
Are far too many to begin to count.
With winding roads and rocky cliffs,
No time for should'ves or what-ifs.

The past a painful open wound,
I hope to heal, but now's too soon.
The future veiled in mystery,
I've ony now so let it be.

Let this moment soak me in,
Not where I'm going nor where I've been.
I'll live, I'll learn, I'll love, I'll care,
Then move along and leave it there.

I'll hold each second as I am in it,
Watch it turn into a minute.
Yet, I will not stay once it is gone,
Like time I too shall move along.

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I Am

Where am I going?
I haven't a plan.
Just the fear of knowing,
This must be the end.

Life's so unkind,
And hard to endure.
Feel I'm losing my mind,
Nothing's real, nothing's sure.

So I sat there in silence, 
My thoughts finally still.
And I felt His Presence,
Engulf me, if you will.

I opened my eye, eye of the mind,
And finally witnessed the Truth.
I am muddling through life deaf, dumb and blind,
In the silence I found the Absolute.

That inkling, gut feeling, 
That intuitive voice.
The promptings and urgings that guide us.
Are the power of the One that dwells at our core,
The All-Powerful God that's inside us.

Now I'm learning to trust,
To be still and to know,
The Creator creates through me.
Let life do as it must,
As I suffer, I grow,
And become the person I'm meant to be.

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Begged, Stolen and Borrowed

I don't havea clue where I'll be tomorrow,
Feel I'm living on time begged, stolen and borrowed.
This path I am on as it twists and it turns,
Has me searching for answers,
Yet, finding more questions,
And very hard lessons to learn.

The me that I was, no longer exists,
The world that defined me, no longer is.
Everything's gone, it has all disappeared,
In the blink of an eye, I alone stand here.

Each moment now a cruel facade,
Of a life I knew, of a world that was.
The people, the places all gone away,
And I wish to God I could please buy back yesterday.

So my journey continues as I slowly move on,
Destiny has dealt her fate.
Leaving me broken, and oh, so alone,
In a shattered, confused state.

I don't have a clue where I'll be tomorrow,
Feel I'm living on time begged, stolen and borrowed.

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Product of Myself

I wanna escape but the path is blocked,
I wanna way out but the exit is locked.
I'm a total mess,
And I confess,
I am a product of myself.

I really have no one to blame,
Its all mine, the guilt, the shame.
But what's done is done,
I cannot turn back the hands of time.

Wishing there is something I could do,
Yet, the only way out now is through.
I wish that I could somehow delete, erase,
Press a button and obliterate.

I search and search and cannot find,
No, life has no button marked rewind.
It's non-existence does not help,
I am but a product of myself.

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Home

By and by, I've lost my way,
Try and try , hard as I may.
To have my life as once before,
To simply enter my front door.

The chance to step inside and feel,
That all's not lost, that I am real.
To touch, to hold, to smell, to see,
The safe and warm familiarity.
Of a home filled with love and happy faces,
Each room vibrant with years that have left their traces.

Laughter echoes through the halls,
Memories adorn the walls.
Soon reality crashes in,
And knocks me to my knees again.

A lifetime of momentos that defined me,
In a flash, are gone, and only memories remind me.
Of a home, no more, for it's all gone,
The world I knew now past.
A life destroyed and time has shown,
That nothing is made to last.

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Creation

Blank pages hold the future, 
Chapters, yet, unpenned.
Co-authors, God and I,
A masterpiece at hand.

Word by word, gently scripted,
A destiny unfolds.
Life's tapestry lovingly quilted,
A story soon to be told.

Blank canvass, tomorrow's history,
Awaiting brilliant strokes of inspiration.
An emblazoned collage of emotion erupt,
Imagination brings forth creation.

A bare garden sowed with seeds of love,
To a fragrant tomorrow give root.
Yet, to fully bloom in the warmth of the sun,
Life's storms must rain down on them too.

Life is but an art,
Sculptured by the heart.
As we are all beings molded of clay,
Solely because God chose to create.

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Creation

Blank pages hold the future,
Chapters, yet, unpenned.
Co-authors, God and I,
A masterpiece at hand.

Word by word, gently scripted,
As destiny unfolds.
Life's tapestry lovingly quilted,
A story soon to be told.

Blank canvass, tomorrow's history,
Awaiting brilliant strokes of inspiration!
An emblazoned collage of emotion erupt,
Imagination brings forth creation.

A bare garden sowed with seeds of love,
To a fragrant tomorrow give root.
Yet, to fully bloom in the warmth of the sun,
Life's storms must rain down on it too.

Life is but a work of art,
Sculptured by the artist's heart.
As we are beings molded of clay,
Because God chose to create.