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Ximena Frias Poem
purified in the flame
cleansed in the rain
finding beauty in the pain
accepting the distain
of all that became
there's sincerity in shame
dim's the only pressing view
fog covers through and through
empty in the reach for you
breathing in a quaint defeat
the scent of hope's subtle retreat
familiar gloom sets on both feet
wounded spirit, rest once more
with mended wings in time you'll soar
crafted through divine weaving
these thoughts are just deceiving
your maker's form will hold
and once again you'll be made bold
purified in the flame
cleansed in the rain
finding beauty in the pain
Copyright © Ximena Frias | Year Posted 2019
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From earth's shore, the sun is more.
Without it's light, the day is night.
Yet it's the earth, in its obsession,
that orbits the sun as its possession.
Chasing warmth, gets pulled and spun
A losing game, that's not been fun.
But that defeat was subjective
being seen, from the wrong perspective.
The universe so vast and grand,
Fits in the palm of my father's hand.
The sun may be the center of the solar system,
but I belong to an eternal kingdom
Copyright © Ximena Frias | Year Posted 2020
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If time and distance did not exist
If competing priorities were all dismissed
If fear of rejection could not be found
If to human limitations I wasn’t bound
I could show you how much you mean to me
I would love you completely selflessly
But I am a part of a fallen creation
plagued with flaws and scars
these toxins hide the true dimension
of a love brighter than ten thousand starts
Its real today but far from its true splendor
Oh if only the fullness of my love I could render…
Then God whispered a truth to me about another great perk that waits –
The ability to love limitlessly is already part of our fates
Copyright © Ximena Frias | Year Posted 2020
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Ximena Frias Poem
Here again
My heart’s ink running through this pen
Angst beyond what I can take
Sorrow, impossible to break
In surrender and repentance, asking for a truce
Can't do it alone, and without you what’s the use?
I come to you Lord in my distress
Because your faithfulness is my fortress
Though my feet anchored my stay,
My heart and mind led me a stray
Chasing whims and momentary dreams
I lost the joy of my salvation,
Forgot your loving restoration
The smoke and mirrors show ended,
But what I tried to fix never mended
So here I sit, where truth and disappointment meet
Gathering the broken pieces, I seek your face
Bringing to mind your steadfast grace
With no strength left in me,
I’m overtaken by your divinity
Knowing my weary soul can rest
Because your faithfulness is my fortress
Copyright © Ximena Frias | Year Posted 2020
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Exhaustedly engaged in a losing battle
Relentlessly rowing with a broken paddle
Constantly convincing the judge in my mind
Passionately pleading for the flaws I find
Dreadfully driven to explain my side as true
Willfully wanting to show my point of view
Quite quickly I'd free, if only I could,
this thralling need to be understood
Copyright © Ximena Frias | Year Posted 2022
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