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Walk as Christ Did.
The grass rises, the petals fall to the ground and the  flowers fade away.
But the enduring word of our Dear Lord will never lose its power
Our life's are but a passing moment and soon we too will fade away.
The young the old, the rich the poor, but our fate is all the same.
We will die.
So let us learn to number our days, as if this will be our last.
Awaken with a smile upon your face,as you carry it through the day.
Never would you have known, the impact it might have had to brighten someone's day.
As the dew destills and falls upon the ground.
So  too let your words be wholesome and flavoured with love
To give hope and courage, to the weak and weary, as their feeble hands hang  down.
Be gentle, be kind, be full of compassion.
So the.light that is within you may draw others to your side.
Be a good listener an attentive to the cry of those around.
Humble yourself.
Build and don't break, always lifting  others higher as in humility you do walk.
Young  one's respect your elders, so a blessing may follow you.
Walk the Walk.
Do not talk the talk.
But walk as Christ did Walk.
A beacon of light, that shines in the darkness.
To bring hope to a lost and a dying world.
This home is not our dwelling place.
We are all just a passing through.
Come snow,rain or sunshine.
It is ours to weather through.
So let us be courageous.
Standing,tall and strong.
As we weather through them all.
Knowing we are not alone.
Stand Tall.
Stand Strong.
Be courageous.
Live in victory.
And never let go.
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 Jul 13 Paul James
Laura
The mouth is a source of good and bad.
As whispered words of love, soon becomes an utterance of pain.
Once they were sweet, but now they are bitter.
Like a garment shredded and no longer of use.
Regarded as garbage as love turns to hate.
Whisper's of love,has brought years of pain, as memories flood your mind.
For many who has tread this road.
Love is bitter, sweet and unending.
 Jul 13 Paul James
Laura
Life
 Jul 13 Paul James
Laura
Life is not just a number.
But a journey we all have to take.
No man knows the day, time or hour, when we will be called to rest.
So let's live peaceable with all men, cherishing every day.
Leaving a legacy of peace, love and joy.
So the world could be a better place.
Treasure every day
 Jul 12 Paul James
Maria
When miracles were given away,
It's found that there weren't them for me.
Maybe they didn't put down me in list
Or I forgot to join a queue, you see?

Maybe I got on a shift turnover.
Wizardry's also a job, hearsay,
With lunches, holidays and days off surely.
There're no fools to work the whole days.

Well, I guess I'll have to wait.
I'm a human. I know what's what.
I'll scroop by myself. I'll be patient.
I'll do my best. I hope I would.
Thank you very much for reading it! 🙏💖
I can't close my eyes
tears gather.
I can't breathe
the air is stuck.
I can't gulp
my throat is tight.

I try to plant my dream,
but land is
barren

Still, I try.
Even my conscience
mocks me.
It’s that moment when giving up feels easier, everything is against you;
but you can’t, because giving up just isn’t you.
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Stars hung in velvet night,
peek down upon us,
gleaming the heaven,
with their presence.

Yet, I feel dark,
deep within my chest.
Perhaps the moon
knows what I mean.
Just felt like writing it
:)
 Jul 9 Paul James
Maria
Hello, whom I'll never meet,
Never hear, never forget,
Never loose and never find,
Never spot and never mind.

Hello, who'll turn up in my dreams,
Who'll never let me to taste the pain,
Who'll never betray and never lie,
Who'll never depart without goodbye.

I take leave of you, my unknown one,
My unsearchable and remarked for none,
My unnamed and mythic for last,
But so endlessly and sweetly loved.
Thank you for reading this poem! 💖
 Jul 9 Paul James
Maria
Please, call me to the place where my tomorrow was,
Where all my fears and failures were no where,
Where I laughed much and danced a whole lot,
Where we both were together, you and me, just everywhere!

Please call me to the place where snowfalls
Entirely reign in winter, and frost is.
Where rains and leaf-falls are in autumn fully
And wrap with spicy odour all as coverlid.

Please Call me to the place where I was loved!
And where I loved wholeheartedly, without “May not!” at all!
Please call me to the place where I was free!
I beg you, call me to my place! It's not for all
It's a dream, a weariness, a plea for help. And it's a poem of love also...
Thank you for reading it! 💖
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