Do you think Of this day, action, God approves? Would the choice Vary if you guessed His interest Might be otherwise? The armies either The patterns Repeated The teachers who Drop away Begun; Miracles granted – How is it Become the doorway A prayer sung
People leaving, run Without locus Him believing Only reason.
Emerge
Keep them on top Memory, to help Know who could Be when love Captivated; Little does it matter The days are gone Still need to believe Want, fascination Generated Found satisfaction in Who was real.
The path backward, Forward, only dreams Amid the hours In between. The mind puddles Its questions Mumbles to tracks Laid down when The way went back. Voices do they remain Chariots swinging low? Will the thin dog Wrestle in the snow?
Are You, I, Fact, or fiction, Written in a rhyme? I thought I knew An answer once In a blanket With love, But it had To go Where the sun Made houses Light As effervescence And trouble Wound its arms Around Stealing the known For the seems.
Never fear Believe Walk in sync; The ones who Reckon it all, Never coming Again. Back. Amen. Shining holy halleluiah.
I fell asleep this evening from exhaustion. I do overdo things sometimes, and stress overcomes me.
Coming up with entries every day is a huge challenge at times.
Writing is an art in which investment must be made to remain engaged.
I had a long conversation with one of my friends, who is very supportive of me. I had not talked to her in some time.
Burdens are better when they are aired, shared. We cannot live abundantly when we rarely speak to our people. There is much to collect in the knowledge of those who understand.
When I woke up, I thought I had already posted because I dreamed I did. This is so important to me that it is always on my mind.
Challenge Not here to fade away But to live a testament To the courage others Exhibited before they left; How they fought against The encroachment of death, How they maintained love, Sharing, never growing bitter, Trying always to be better Each day though the shadows Left no doubt life’s time was Very swiftly running out Living without fear or regret. Heroes such as seldom seen Those who love does not forget.
Prompt Create something to honor heroes.
I am grateful for the ability to think.
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