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Dency 7h
My heart sings with hope again
Not because life is perfect,
Bt because God's love covers me,
Fighting battles I could not win alone.

He pours blessing into my days,
Surrounds me with hearts that care
And in their love,I see His face,
A constant grace I now wear.

Sometimes I feel less of myself
A flicker dimmed,a quiet doubt.
Bt love gathers my scattered pieces,
Whispers gently,You are enough.

It strengthens me in the silence,
Reminds me that Iam chosen still
That even on trembling days,
He is working,holding ,loving me untill...

So here is to the love that lifts me
Devine ,unshaken,ever true,
And to the souls who walk beside me,
Proof that iam special,seen and new.

Iam a happy soul,a grateful heart,
Carried by mercy,kissed by light.
Iam blessed beyond the storm,
And in his love ,I rise each night.
Its a tribute to grace that lifts us through life battles and reminds us we are enough ,cherished  and trully blessed.
The earth still groans;
We lost our Shepherd
We’ve been left alone.
Now we have a lion roaming the earth, calling His herd,
Celebrate.
Lift your head,
Renew your hope;
Our best days are still ahead.
I re-read my poem and connected my words lion roaming the earth and Pope Leo...?!
When you are lost,
trust in God.
When the road is clear,
still lean on His wisdom.

The winds may rise,
and shadows may fall,
but His light
never fades.

Some days feel like endless night,
yet some nights carry heaven’s glow.
In every season,
His promises remain.

“With God, all things are possible.”
Not just in moments of glory,
but in stillness,
in struggle,
in the unseen grace that grows.

Just trust in God.
snipes 2d
I can tell you about a detailed bridge,
                from the way it shakes, all the way
                to the breeze and the crashed out waves.
How all the engraved lockets weighed it down,
  and how all the concreted initials debossed into       heart shape cutouts,
                                         that have all corroded apart.

I can tell you the wait for the split,
                            wasn’t really worth it.
                            tiaw eht lla woh
                            .ekats ta saw taht gnihtyreve dellik

                                                 I talk a lot about Icarus
                                                 and how his fall off
                                                 can be measured as a                                                                ­                              
                                  ­               plummet of a                                                                ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                     
                           ­                      depressed life willing                                                          ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                                          to jump across the                                                              ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                                      bridge, time being that                                                             ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                                       feeling of limitless.
              
               Burnt out, driving too close to the sun.
               We’ve found the doors were locked
               and uncovered that the key was
               ringed around on the soul
               of someone else's heart.
              


                                                ~ A few imprints
                                                             on
                                                  Love’s Overpass
Etched out fabrications welded a beam to a heart to a pen to a different being.
I wrote off a life and threw it off the overpass.
Not to death but to destiny’s test.
My faith in my belief, such as God’s voice in rhythmic vibrations.
Such as the stars telling us that life isn’t too far apart.
Stories being passed down and worlds being thought up.
Love lost in the lifespan of forgotten timestamps.
As the overpass breaks up through the moons passages of the sun seeking night.
It all falls apart, it all falls apart, it all falls…
Dency 2d
They said,"If it's meant to be ..."
And I believed it ,not as a promise,
Bt as quiet understanding:
That love cannot be chased,
And fate is not a thing you beg for.

So I stopped waiting.
I became the rescue,
The solace,
The steady.

And if it's meant to be,
Let if find me whole ,
Not waiting,
Bt living.
A quite reflection of choosing myself, even when no one comes to my rescue.
.•° ☼ °•.

The truth is, they only try to get into your head
because you've already gotten into theirs.



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.•° ☼ °•.

One day or day one.
Move on to the next big thing,
before you're out of time.



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Pain keeps you awake
So you don't fall asleep.



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If you stop expecting miracles from people,
you can never get hurt by them;
instead, if you initiate the expectation
of blessings only from God,
your heart will bloom again.



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Old wounds disappear beneath the sun,  
New pursuits rise, and journeys run.



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