Life in all its fullest
all for God.
Life in all its fullest
She told him that we’d be alright.
(And this is not that we have always gotten along fine by being independent. No, no. This is because God has always provided for us.
oh God, I pray that we would not forget who You are and the good You are.
You are good, and praise God You sustain us.
With out God I’d probably be a lunatic.
This is no bromide.
Child, why the furrowed brow?
Can you not see that all is planned
And the newness you’ve been looking for
actually lacks in your expectations?
That which may seem jaded is rather what you’ve been waiting for:
new life, new hope, right at your door.
= literary geniusssss. He comes up with the very creative examples that illustrate his points beautifully. Highly recommend you to read it.
because Andrea Bocelli sounds amazing like that.
can’t take the words back
but can’t think into failures too much either
I draw out my valentine
carefully crease it
push down the edges
jab at it with my pen and make quick strokes
Fold it. Twice over, thrice over, till you can ‘t tell it’s a heart anymore.
Then I toss it over my shoulder
and my Valentine
cold and crumpled
lays forgotten on the floor.
shoot. it was supposed to be Mother Earth. Not Nature Earth.
Behold, the weakest of beings
who are good at war and fighting and dissecting
somehow we’ve stumbled upon the scandal, Hope
(it was always before our eyes
and Father Time and Nature Earth
at hand, at will, ready to advise
but we were always slow to unearth
this wondrous instrument of second birth)
We are never truly alone
the light of life has duly shone
Wake from your ashes and the critical brows
In the words of judicious Jasmine,
there awaits “A Whole New World” for you to browse
Then I’ll be the rhythm and you’ll be the beat
And love, the shoreline, where you and I meet” —LYKKE LI
what ethereal light yonder breaks
or is it just the solemn steady glow of the television
you take out your phone after dinner
and look at the pixelated album of loved ones of old
they smile at you
but you can only get so close to them before the images blur
they never told us the consequences of digital distractions
afterall, who wasn’t mesmerized by the gradeur of it all
instant this, instant that
but of all of these, they have taught us
what distance is
have been coming out pretty terribly lately.
This is what happens when I think about myself too much and don’t notice the beauty of things around me.
we have much work to do in the Spirit
patrolling the streets
make eye contact (go)
where none (keep walking)
we’re all on the lookout for potential lovers but most of whom we find are none-of-the-abovers
but we don’t realize the that it isn’t lost love we’re looking for
it’s really Love looking for the lost
and willing to pay for wooden crucifix, the cost.
Oh Child most prodigal,
wherefore art thou senseless?
Heed thy Father’s bidding
or hence onwards thine heart will do you no good but part.
twinkling in the sky
glittering nets cast in seas upon the land
glowing warmly surely silently through our skin
casting shadows on the walls
make the path bearable to tread upon
to breath in deep the breath of life
to talk (is cheap)
but only sometimes.