Hair like winter fire, January ambers.
My heart burns there too
Taken from "it", the horror film
God, grant me the
SERENITY to accept the things I cannot change, COURAGE to change the things I can and WISDOM to know the difference.
Taken from flash, the cartoon
Original prayer by Reinhold Neibuhr
Back then when I had alot of things,Maybe.
Now I don't have a lot of things
And it feels meaningless.
I don't know if they will come again
I hope they don't, but looking back it was okay.
Now there's just too many things
But not that many like back then.
Now they are bigger
But now I feel liberated somehow
Compared to how it was back then.
Somewhere in my head,
I hope they don't come back
All that would be selfish seeming as to
How it was back then and the proximity between us. But now I am free, not for long.
But I will be free again, all thanks to when it was back then.
And soon the now will turn into back then
And I will be liberated for eternity at least.
And maybe I like being meaningless.
When night falls,it comes with the dark.
All the possibilities. A phenomenon.
The freezing wind,the dogs bark.
Bad company comes out to play.Only when night falls
I will be gone.For when night falls, I will be afraid,not of the dark but of night itself.
Encased in my brain are the words you have spoken.But for now,let me write down on paper the words you have awakened.
Many were lost.Many were found.Many were treading on thin ice.
Many are yet to come and many have come and gone.But many are still waiting for the rolling of dice.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
Written by: Mary Elizabeth Frye.