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O morning sky of endless blue
Tinged with purply-pinky hue
You tell me of His mercies new
Whose heart pursues my own

O geese in wingèd winter's flight
Your honking cries arouse delight
And lift my gaze to seek thy sight
As wooing from His hand

O softest breeze which skims my face
And stirs with such mysterious grace
My soul to reach for Love’s embrace
You brush me with His kiss

O snowflakes falling to the ground
You pierce my heart without a sound
To crave a purity only found
Beneath a bloodied cross

O setting sun in half-light glowing
Waning day’s last glorious blush showing
You paint with fire my spirit’s own knowing—
This life is fading fast

O stars of midnight’s blackest sky
Paraded forth, you pull my eye
Toward One Who speaks this ceaseless cry:
“I’m coming back for you.”

O creeping fog to dawn’s light clinging
You whisper, Love’s veiled message bringing,
With haunting echoes faintly singing,
“Lose all of you in Him.”
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"The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they reveal knowledge. They have no speech, they use no words; no sound is heard from them. Yet their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world."  ~ Psalm 19:1-4a

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Little lights sparkle
Smiles beam
I really love this Christmas feeling
Being happy is simply what it seems
Loving life with a heart that's
healing
and simply
knowing
what Christmas will bring
❤️
I'm no longer in your mind
forgotten
is what you call me
you simply look over my withering frame
as if you are simply blind.
I sit all alone; gathering all of this dust
broken
is what I am
my heart slowly waning
it's a wonder I haven't began to rust.
I notice now I'm nothing but a forgotten toy
without a cause
never more am I useful
but sometimes I can't help but wonder,
"could I bring another joy?"
Prompt: write a poem based on forgotten toys.
At first when you hated me
It took me through some pain
I thought I would be sad with out you
then you hated me again
After all of this and me trying
I'm thinking maybe losing you is my gain.
I'm tired; sick of crying
But now I know
That what I thought was a loss
Is really a gain
Edit later ;)
Petals
or*
*
parts?
Petals on the flowers I pick,
or parts of my heart that I give you?
Does it matter?
No.
You probably let both wither away
just like the times before.
Eh.
It's quiet
too quiet
she can hear the breathing;
the life;
the sadness;
and the grieving;
what she doesn't hear is that
her own heart isn't beating.
English class right now.
It was hard to forget her
Especially on overcast days.
The spots we stood, eavesdropping in the clouds where she came the hardest.
The quiver sent through her spine constituting the lightening that left her paralyzed.  
She stood electrified, curious of where we would strike next.
All I wanted was to be needed.
Soaked in the rain that poured
In between sounds of thunder.
Her moan was the loudest.
In the pursuit of true happiness
I stood in her storm.
Pacing back and forth becoming the lightening rod causing her to strike.
With gusts up to about 120 mph she came without haste.
A bolt of lightening, devoured by swollen space.
As strong and as fast as she came she was fragile.
Collapsing soon as she struck.
Dissipating into the belief that she was to disappear without a trace.
Thunder pierced through the sky.
Bellowing her return.
The crackle of her moan replied, wrapping around complete space.
Resting her head for moments longer.
Changing the way she saw herself
maybe all of this quietness
can fill my empty heart
that's really something strange
but I can't help it
you know, we all play a part
hopefully this will never change.
Sadness has taken over,
over hearts and faces
we force ourselves to mutter a word
to fill the empty spaces.
You really can't look them in the eye
I say this; now listen
so I've tried
we spend our long, sad, and dreary days simply reminiscin'.

You can't help but look at the spaces
and think
maybe just maybe*
*i could bring smiles to faces.
I am in class and I've finished before everyone else.
sunshine is the Lord's way
of simply cleaning up
a sad and dreary day.
today i find myself
at once
exhausted and refreshed
elusive and enclosed
regretting and rejoicing

*dancing with the noises
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