Life is a process...death is a process. We die to the old. I will always choose mercy. Redemption. God can make nothing that will eventually fail. It is impossible. He is incapable of failure..even by proxy.
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"When we are young, familiarity breeds contempt; when we grow older, we often beat the path to it."
dB
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Good works cannot buy redemption but God's grace; and in grace we are told "Go and sin no more." not go and sin for more.
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If only Tom's words had wings and could take flight in the emptiness of lone hearts. Those hearts would once sing again. There be songs, sing a-longs, harmony. And for every lovely word of his that passes the doors of the heart the foundation of the body is in a better place.
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The vacuity of world leadership's vision has driven us to futile attempts at healing through politicized, impractical theories of peace. Instead, what we need is to acknowledge and embrace our differences. By solidifying mutual respect for diversity, we can plant the seeds for a small piece of peace to flourish on every doorstep
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If you can't honor your own word, what are you left with ... but an empty shell without voice or audience.
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Through the strait pass of suffering—
The Martyrs—even—trod.
Their feet—upon Temptations—
Their faces—upon God—
A stately—shriven—Company—
Convulsion—playing round—
Harmless—as streaks of Meteor—
Upon a Planet's Bond—
Their faith—the everlasting troth—
Their Expectation—fair—
The Needle—to the North Degree—
Wades—so—thro' polar Air!
--Emily Dickinson
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JOSEPH, SON OF JACOB
"A type of the Christ Soul, The Greater Self struggling Upward from below" Joseph in an Egyptian Prison is Christ come into the world, where he can meet the two peoples, that is, the Jew and the Gentile... After long suffering, first from the Ungoverned violence of activities which spring from true service, then through temptations from the affections of the natural man, then through Bondage and Pain, the Spirit is Freed and Glorified, ALL EGYYPT BOWS TO JOSEPH"
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The farthest think from my mind is attempting to bring others to Christ though fear of damnation -- Love is a much larger Ark.
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Ideas are like a mirage in the oasis - tempting yet often elusive.
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"There are many empty hours in grief."
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Sometimes forced to attempt balance -- on a rope of righteous discernment, strung between two hells.
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Often the poet declaring too much. We are tempters, sweets and wine -- allow the reader to go deeper, passing the rein to his core of our rhyme.
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As night takes it tall the hours ticking by the emotions of the past keep on draining the tank till its on empty everything falls appart in to a million words nothing makes sense in the end it seems lost IN ALL KNOW THIS
You're still here the night might be dark but the sun will always rise in the morning and love is not a emotion its a action and play it cool the world is a nasty place but give it time
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We are but mere humans, to err is to be alive. To learn from our errors is the beauty of life and we have the ability to advance in our knowledge, the pain and suffering of our actions need not be in vain.
No one is exempt from making mistakes, it's how we react to the consequences that defines us in the end.
No one is exempt from making mistakes, it's how we react to the consequences that defines us in the end.
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Honesty is at least half of every poem -- if one starts with attempt at self truth -- the rest is made far easier.
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Sleepless another night, I hasten to empty my pen of all ink -- to add a period on this present journey, already feeling the insurmountable pressure of a new unimaginable.
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I should shave more often...like my garden, unkempt -- but the birds and other critters I relate closely with in my heart, seem far more comfortable and at home when less fuss and trimming.
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Quote:
The thought of giving up
is easy and tempting
But why throw your efforts
away,
When the rewards are just
around the corner.
By Zyrool
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A stolen heart is perhaps the most profound of any larceny ... its theft removes any joy that once flourished, and places anguish inside an empty soul.
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There will always be people for whom (no matter how sweet the blessings), the cup is half empty. For these chronic pessimists, I say try the power of two P-words: first and foremost; prayer, and secondly; positive thinking. Focus on the blessings God has given, and even though the cup may not be running over, give thanks for the portion that is half full. Things could always be worse!
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If we attempt to alter fate, we would alter our course of events. Each one of us has a predestination: a task to accomplish before life ceases to exist.
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Poetry, of deeply beautiful, penetrating nature, is the dear voice of God attempting to reach the freshly showered ears of His wayward children~ though their hearts often remain clogged by wax.
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I enter The Silence...for the empty as well as the fill.
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Editing, an anal attempt
— at something unintended
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Write with your heart and it will never be empty!
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I recall as a youngster, playing in a pile of raked leaves, tossing them up in the air, covering myself with their together warmth. Some see the bottle half full...some see it half empty. Children see and live the enrapture of the moment.
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The Light and the Dark of it. Some people will go to extraordinary measures for redemption. Some people go to extraordinary lengths for Love. Some will call it courage. Others will denigrate the truth of the fall in delivery as foolish. There are benefits to falling, to the breaking: beginning, middle, end. If not the whole, you cannot see but a part of yourself in others, then there is something vitally humane missing in you. You are "Godless".No matter how clean and worthy you deem yourself.
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Tears, I empty a well a day...and next morning they are back. I wonder of the sky's rains...if they all blessing?
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"The Light and the Dark of it. Some people will go to extraordinary measures for redemption. Some people go to extraordinary lengths for Love. Some will call it courage. Others will denigrate the truth of the fall in delivery as foolish. There are benefits to falling, to the breaking: beginning, middle, end. If not the whole, you cannot see but a part of yourself in others, then there is something vitally humane missing in you. You are "Godless". No matter how clean and worthy you deem yourself.
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