Heart
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It was either an instant or one hundred years, but I knew I had not survived the fall. Actually, it must have been one hundred years because all of that seemed so far away and insignificant now. The most important thing right now was the pressure on the soles of my feet. That, and the... Read More
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The following is an extremely vivid dream I had this week. I woke in fright and after much consideration, I think the theme of this is ‘genuine faith’. There are three parts: The wind whipped around the four of us as if it too wanted us dead. Gunshots popped nearby and with each one the... Read More
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Ice in the veins, sun on my face and a hewn-stone resolve to do something, nothing, everything. My fingers are packed full of cold water and there is a rock in my head that makes me want to lay down and rest, like frozen mud, hard, dark and without heat. Clouds are on the horizon,... Read More
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I awoke one season in life to find that my feet were shackled together and my back was laden with a burden heavy beyond imagining. My mind raced. Why was I burdened and bound? Why this load? How long could I endure? There must be some means of relief. So in a feeble search for... Read More
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A Pleasant Evening With a Thief
There is a thief in my living room, and he is entertaining me. Pouring out his theoretic heart, baring his nonexistent soul, yet never passing up a joke or an exciting comment – he’s been there for me through it all. Despite loss or pain, his words always cover my woes and captivates my attention.... Read More
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Worry is a hamster wheel. Round and round and round it goes, squeaking all the while, as we leap breathlessly to the next rung, accomplishing so much of nothing. Like a drug, it penetrates our mind and soon the molehills are mountains, the sky is the sea, and drops of rain are transformed from tears... Read More
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Sunlight fades, and now decends the unnamed fear that haunts both mind and body with a horrible horror-untamed, unaccepted, believed and all essentially true. But beauty bursts upon the scene and takes away breath, stops a heart and opens tired eyes. Somewhere a stream is flowing and covering a dry, parched soul; and most surely... Read More
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The entire universe is swallowed up in frozen cream Scooped from heaven and heaped upon treetops. Children bury naked hands deep and let the beauty Burn its icy heat beneath the unending whiteness. Diamonds plunge earthward onto eager tongues, Dissolving instantly into innocent laughter As pure as the untouched flake from the silver sky, Hanging,... Read More
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Hatred is the most alone feeling; it tears itself away from everything including those who indulge it. Red hot hatred that stirs at any provocation can do nothing but sear the bearer of its rage; it has taken from those who possess it any sense of decency, because with it comes a sense of meaninglessness.... Read More
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I stood outside tonight and gazed up at a full brilliant moon laid carefully against the night sky, and a pure, unfettered realization of everything struck me. We as humans live our lives, and for whatever reason – perhaps sheer practicality – our thoughts dwell only on the immediate. Only those things that have any... Read More
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The multitude just applauded and declared the thing A brilliant success, Smiling unaffected smiles with toothy grins And convoluted agendas. So I turn my head away to miss apathy, Only to find it Behind the disgusting beauty of one Who hates apathy, Yet loves nothing but self.
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Bring me back to the place Where my heart began to race, And I could almost see your face With eyes that saw the unseen. Faith was new and flames were bright. We walked together through the night, And all I wanted was your light. My sin has made me unclean. Hollow spaces in my... Read More
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We hid ourselves. That gentle voice that times before had welcomed us, Now sought us out. We trembled. In the cool of the day as we crouched motionless Listening to our racing pulse, Our stifled breath, His approaching steps. He called. Not for knowledge sake, but for ours. For mine. Shall His peircing eyes now... Read More
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Waves crash bitterly, Biting harshly at the shore; Joy moves, washed away.
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So often we build for ourselves a house of cards that can so easily be shaken, yet we refuse to admit our own frailty. And still we cannot comprehend the fact that we are not the makers of our destiny. Sometimes we create for ourselves a future. We look through the window of tomorrow and... Read More
