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blackbiird Feb 2019

Does the sun miss the moon
When it’s sleeping?
Does the hand miss the thread?
When it’s no longer spinning?

Is the child no longer?
Dependent on its mother
even after he or she
reaches adulthood?

Is a clock is still a clock
Even when it’s not ticking?

So tell me how could I
Possibly miss the chance
To dance with my first love
for the rest of my days.

For the brokenhearted, may you confide in Him for whom is the healer of all things.
blackbiird Feb 2019

What a shame
That the rose
Died before You
Got a chance to water it.

What a shame
That the candle
Burned out before
You got a chance to light it.

I guess that’s
The beauty in forgotten love.

blackbiird Feb 2019

I am a flower
except my roots and
stems have been plucked
and my roots drowned
beneath my tears
until You positioned
the sun above the
gound from which I grew
and my leaves grew
from Your love.

I'll always be Your flower

blackbiird Jan 2019

I wrapped my heart in
discontentment
and watched the foxes
roam the vineyard
until You
poked
and prodded
and left
the 99
for me.

God's love is more powerful than I ever thought.
blackbiird Jan 2019
my soul sobbed
when you walked
away and left me
in the rain
that you created
with your
lies.

my soul sobbed
for one more
touch
but you
soaked everything
and ruined
my mascara.

my soul sobbed when
you walked away
and I all I could do
was let you.
blackbiird Jan 2019

even in my darkest hour
I will still rest
upon Your unchanging love
for me.

I will lie
In the pastures
and weep with your sheep
for You are good to me.

blackbiird Jan 2019
To live by blind
Faith is to
Carry the torn veil
To the cross.

So, God,
I come to the alter
To sew back the
Veil the devil
Tried to destroy.
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