Say the Sufis
Muslim mystics, and the most succinct interpretation of Jesus' parable of the Prodigal Son I have ever heard.
Ellie Goulding - Love Me Like You Do
(read forward, then backward, line by line)
Not knowing what else to do
There was so much blood on my hands
It was mine
The kitchen knife
Caught in my chest
I was heightened by
But running on
While trying to stay calm,
It was me that would end up
In front of me
The whole time
It was too late
I found myself
Locked in chains
My fate was
Forward: from the victims perspective.
Backward: from the murderers perspective.
This TOOK ME FOREVER TO WRITE
Tired of crying
tired of eating
but mostly my heart
is tired of beating
The angels' harps play a sacred tune,
while planets dance around the moon;
In subtle strains our spirits rise,
and leave us grateful and starry-eyed.
Recalling life as it once seemed,
this vision floated inside a dream;
In many days of endless chants,
the angels' harps cause us to dance.
When voices touch each other's hearts,
there's always a sign creating sparks;
And with that strong secure emotion,
then lives connect with pure devotion.
No longer chilled in fears of life,
all folks fly far away from strife;
The added wealth of kinship stands,
as children sing while holding hands.
If loving her wasn't a crime,
Why do I still feel like I'm doing time?
Am I a prisoner of my own desires?
I long to be the person
who has strength
but strength is hard when
you have hidden pain
Hiding behind a smile
“I’m great, I’m ok”
Strength is hard
But I find courage
Reposting this because I accidentally deleted it!