Rain falls, but first it rises.
As vapor, as steam, in the most insignificant of forms it gathers it's strength.
And the next thing you know a downpour ensues.
Be like the Rain give your self time to grow.
For If you Fall too soon you'll be but a drizzle when you could have been a flood with a rainbow in your stead.

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Until stars burn out and worlds disappear,
Until planets collide and suns wither,
Until the moon is dim, and all the seas and rivers are dry,
Until I am old and my memories fade,
Until my tongue is no longer capable of saying your name,
Until this heart of mine beats for the last time,
Only then might I stop.
Stop Loving You.

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Nectar
Your lips drip sweetness,
Oiled and luscious with the fullness of youth
Exotic are the flavors that seep out of your depths
Vinegar
Stinging and sharp, as it settles in your innards
Churning groans in its path, a burden borne till age is nigh
Exotic are the flavors that drip from your nail holes.
A reminder that purpose and promise.
Are sweet words to swallow and taste,
And yet weigh heavily in our bosoms till they're brought to birth!

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Sanity,
Slipping, scrambling, trying to make sense of the maze
Voices,
Whispering, screaming a mad orchestra.
Thoughts,
Creeping, crawling, like vines on an old rock.
Numb
Unfeeling, unending, just a ripple in time
Awake
Unseeing, Unaware, a never ending slumber
These words; Calm, still, feel, clear, Live
Are Words I hope to learn
They are Things I hope to do!

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Stalker,
Eyes that see,
Ears that listen,
Hanging on your every text.
A form of love?
Or obsession at its peak?
1am texts,
Reluctant goodbyes,
The trepid feeling after a days cycle is complete without you in it,
Stalker?
I think therefore I am

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I know you can't remember how to shine
You're like a bird without wings to fly
You're asking if anyone is out there listening,
If anyone's out there to take this weight off you.
"You are not alone
I’ve been here the whole time
Singing you a song
I will carry you"
I know it hurts
It’s hard to breathe sometimes
These nights are long
The light gets so hidden its harder to see
You’ve lost the will to fight
You'll have to relearn to walk.
And if you don't I'll crawl with you.
It hurts, but it'll heal

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Maybe I'm writing this more for myself,
Or maybe it's a passing whim,
You know when you're little and the future feels really far away?
You don't know what it looks like
You just hope you'll have stuff figured out by then
You'll know exactly how to act and feel.
You'll have conquered all your fears
And you'll never feel dumb or uncomfortable
You don't think about how you'll actually get there
The middle parts, between now and then
The middle parts suck.
Fill in the blanks

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I hid,
The filth that dripped from filthy garb,
Would soil your sight and sour your tongue i thought.
I cowered,
Ripples of the fear i felt within, shone as shivers outside.
Under Thy holy Gaze, my despicable form would burn.
I wept,
Ripped at the void nothing seemed to fill.
Yet, sighing in reluctant defeat knowing i deserved to be alone.
You searched,
Kneeling in the mud, within the flea and filth.
To find your pearl among the pigs.
You died,
Bleeding out, blood and water.
To cleanse and to rinse out layers of death.
We live,
I in You and You in me.
A Maiden and her Groom
A Celestial Tale of Love!

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Ink of my thoughts,
Lips of my heart,
The pen is mightier,
And this isn't only because I have no sword.
Yearnings of my soul,
Groans, inexplicable and deep,
All begin to take form,
As the pen charts its course.
A journal of my story,
Imperfect as it is ,
Still Original and true.
That a day may come,
And a wizened old man will look,
Fondly at the Journal,
That now holds his memoirs,
Not a Cinderella fairytale,
More like Homer's iliad.
And see without a doubt,
That God was good to Him.

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The idea of a cross is one that's widely explained, deeply enshrined in the stems of our faith yet, hardly understood by many a member of this time and season.
The cross is an awesome enigma,
A plethora of ironies, and here's why that is.
On the cross one man saw pain, for others to gain pleasure.
A son deserted, that the forsaken be reconciled.
A life sacrificed, that many others gain salvation.
An innocent killed, that the guilty be set free.
A lover giving all, even when the love wasn't returned .
A candle burnt out, that a torch be set alight.
The altar of holiness laid bare for the mongrel to access.
Blood gushing out that grace abounds in its stead.
A rare show of light and warmth, in a world that's so cold.
A perfect example, for an imperfect Earth.
The cross stands radically a contradiction of ideals, a symbol of hope and sacrifice.
But also a witness to all that love ,
Loves despite all.
And so if after the cross, Sin abounds there is therefore no other sacrifice to atone your souls great debt.
In the true sense, we should count it an honour to share the cross with our risen Savior.

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