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Bree Apr 2014
Grandiloquent – Ha!
Such irony in one word!
And so fun to say.
Bree Apr 2014
Such simplicity,
Yet still she says, “Analyze!”  
Forsooth! Lose the heart?
Bree Apr 2014
Dependent, learning
Seeking love, friends to cherish.
Ever trusting, bright.
Matthew 18:3 - "And he said: 'Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.'"
Bree Apr 2014
It’s not knowledge,
But it is with knowledge
It’s not quite experience,
For that is something else
Good judgment perhaps?
But, no, that’s only a part.

Sensibility and insight
Learned and alert
How can I know this myself?
If not knowledge, what?
Is it some sacred art?

Knowledge I can have
But wisdom still lack
I pray that I might perceive
What this word itself
Means, but also for some keen
Understanding in my heart.

I pray that I might have
This thing called wisdom
So that I might not have
Just another notch on my belt
But that I could learn to be
A true child of God, told apart.
Something more.
Bree Apr 2014
You may grieve, for he brags of that which is not his
You may pity, for he turns from the ways of God
You may pray, for his tongue speaks lies and vanity
You may remind, for he says God has forgotten me.

You may serve, for you are faithful and humble
You may forgive, for you know you are forgiven
You may cheer, for you see God hears your cries
You may stand, for you have been set free.  

You may love.
Inspired from Psalm 10.
Bree Apr 2014
Like cancer it spreads
Reaching, spreading, but still smooth
A perfect circle
Bree Apr 2014
Testing the water, it’s hot and pleasant
Salty, but its waves will not overcome the ocean
For it is small and not quite in sight
It’s power is a mystery.

A box of grey and blue, cooing softly
Silver, but it cannot overcome the hawk
For it is small and like a man’s fright  
It’s feathers are a mystery.

Fluttering bows, bright and colorful
Fun, but it’s flight will not overcome a plane
For it’s small and like a star in the city tonight
It’s magic is a mystery.

But here is a thing, not one described
Powerful, and it overcomes all but the deaf
For it is both small and large, it does excite
To the deaf, a mystery.

Here’s one more, one of five together
Complex, and it overcomes all but the blind
For it’s both wide and near, a strange might
To the blind, a mystery.

It creates an appetite, it can be unpleasant
Indescribable, and it overcomes only taste
For it’s none too large, and not hard to write
To the sick a mystery.

One to go with that, something to crave
Sweet, and it overcomes an appetite
For it’s more than hunger, a thing of delight
To many, a mystery.

Warm or cold, skin to skin it can be
Inviting, and it overcomes weak-wills
For it’s always there, a strange, quiet plight
To the dead, a mystery.

This is not one of five, but a sixth
Confusing, and overcomes even great scholars
For it’s vast as the ocean, something to write
To everyone, a mystery.

Great heart.
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