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Feb 2018
I'm only human,
With scars and marks and bruises
Let's sit at this table and share our pains and amusements
Let's learn from each other
And pray that the internal screaming in our minds
Dims to a faint whisper,
May we blast Love and Hope and Peace
Through our hearts,
May our hearts grow three sizes bigger
Like the Grinch's heart
And may we find in each other
A quiet solace
Ready to hold each other in maternal arms
YOU ARE LOVED
This I must confess
To myself and to every other suffering soul
You are so dearly loved
I see your suffering
And I'm willing to meet you
At the place of your utter defeat
And in that place
I shall lift you up
And put a crown upon your head
And bless you in a way
That will make you forget
All the tragedies before now
So, relax, my Dear
You've made it this far
But no matter where you are,
You are always so close to My Heart.
A stream of conciousness that starts out with some sort of relationship in which each person helps the other carry the weight of their pain. And then it turns into this sort of love letter from God, about how He ultimately lifts us out from our pit of despair and blesses us in a way that helps us forget our former agony (cue the story of Job).
River
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     sage, Eudora, ryn, Amanda and ---
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