This story of yours Does much good for everyone Who needing it comes.
What we remember Is the love, care, support we Find in another; Relationships matter much more Than all we acquire or do.
Sometimes what you name Things carries much less meaning, Than reality.
When the shadow falls A monster of bloody hands Seizing every plan Wresting hope from us, away, Injuring with cuts, deeply, Words rationed, kept back, No mending, wounds keep bleeding, Hidden depths, no light.
Living in real-time Is a challenge every day Minutes go astray, Even when trying these hours The current causes swift drift. Gauging the passage Is only possible with Instrumentation, Because wild passions engage Moments become variable.
Sometimes you must lose To learn to win graciously. Sometimes your heart breaks, To make room for love again. Suffering can teach you How to live more freely. Disappointment gives a chance For an increased appreciation of joy. When you hit the bottom Your energy renews for the climb. When you are left empty, alone, You discover your faithful friends. When everything is gone, nothing left, You reach for God and find Him there. If your happiness disappears, with delight, Jesus can restore your pleasure, full-measure. If you need more than you are able God can provide fulfillment plentifully. Nothing is over unless you quit Winners like you, keep going, getting up.
Rebel Yell by Billy Idol It’s Only Rock and Roll by The Rolling Stones I Write the Songs by Barry Manilow The Grand Illusion by Styx Get Down, Make Love by Queen Some Like It Hot by Power Station Closer by The Firm
I have moved to this list of songs in the last little while after doing an hour and a half working on some grooming for the Tribble.
Earlier today, I finally made it to town for medication, groceries, and sodas. I was dying without soda.
Before all of this transpired, I wrote in my journal, but the music and my movement had my heart rate up to 139, and I think I will do this tonight.
How is one exact, But Also outside, in doubt? The mind is never A closed system, It knows those things, But It allows room for fault. Variables inject deviation From what seems inevitable, This present; what we, as humans Know Here is subject to unmaking. Change is a complete Norm, though norms, might Be terms to use most Sparingly, Because difference is Encountered in everything. Each creation of God – Is fashioned unique; All We see, know, are, have, Is individual, ours here To experience within The sampling being We Are and constant construct. When we awake, rise, We are like the day, beginning Anew, potential Envelopes Us in endless possibility, Loved, creative, free. Nothing is beyond our Capacity to learn, But Scattered uncertainty Grows wild as weeds in Gardens of delighted insight A misstep, an accident, Suddenly, We are gone – All we gathered, amassed, Lost as if, We never even happened.
We sketch our lives in Invisible ink on these walls Of air, earth, fire, flesh; We pass like roses, beauty, Only present a short while. Our hands busy, selves, Creating foundations for Futures never ours, Generations we offer Our best gifts, accomplishments. Now, we sing against Doubt, fear, insecurity – Fighting shadow blight Where the fruit will flourish, brave, In gardens of delight, saved From degradations, We erase with consistent Labor over years Paying in earnest, never Letting faith, hope, slip away. Love, our guiding light Though we fade in brightest glare, Almost completely Unknown, contributing hearts To lives, we wish to see free. Words cannot bring Every dream into being, But speaking, a tool, Purpose-built to encourage Change within lives reached, inspired. Plentiful, we, examples Scattered over time, what minds Mend, creating more sublime, Love, part an art, taught hands-on Driving history toward grace Still, counting every life, face, A precious gift to embrace, With confidence, each person Has meaning, purpose, reason, Position in time and space.