Jul 2014
Ain't blemished with blood
There're queues of personas
Trying to nick every motion and shift
Every angst of the heart
Until they're hopes sink in.
On those blue and hard things
They find comfort from each infirmity
There're linings all over
Maneuvering every groove
Shaving the people out
To the finished and whitened stucco.
Gold steels are not embroidered
The hand of the room
Looks inviting
With warmth and fondness ,
Some drives in
Unlocked and melting every delusion
The sky speaks
The clouds has no mutual feelings
Acting odd and remarkable
No rainbow to be seen.
Blonde arrows
With every breath one takes
With every move one tries
Choosing to hold close the lacks
Accepting every fault
For indeed, at the latter days
**The Healer Himself was the Way.
There're queues of personas
Trying to nick every motion and shift
Every angst of the heart
Until they're hopes sink in.
On those blue and hard things
They find comfort from each infirmity
There're linings all over
Maneuvering every groove
Shaving the people out
To the finished and whitened stucco.
Gold steels are not embroidered
The hand of the room
Looks inviting
With warmth and fondness ,
Some drives in
Unlocked and melting every delusion
The sky speaks
The clouds has no mutual feelings
Acting odd and remarkable
No rainbow to be seen.
Blonde arrows
With every breath one takes
With every move one tries
Choosing to hold close the lacks
Accepting every fault
For indeed, at the latter days
**The Healer Himself was the Way.
Now waiting for my turn in the Hospital. Too nervous, but the Lord gives me peace. My friends (both earthly and spiritual friends) told me to go for a second opinion. I was scheduled to undergo my second surgery in the afternoon. Yes, today.. But I thank the Lord. He knows what He is doing. I pray and claim that all who are here will be healed by the Lord. Thank You Jesus! My faith has made me well!
(F/PPC Palawan, Philippines)
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