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*Careful
who you trust,
for the devil
plays both
sides.


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*There are
two types
of people,
but only
one evil.


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Anna Marie May 2015
Beauty fills the air, your love I feel and it comforts me,
He who lifts my spirit, He who sets me free,
A quiet simplicity fills my heart, a voice, your voice,
You know when I am lost, and when I come home you rejoice.

With strong hands you raise me up to see the stars,
My eyes are opened as I find that you are never far,
All I need to do is look up, and pray,
Your love, forever, will guide my way.
G H Goodland Mar 2015
“I have not been drinking wine or beer; I was pouring out my soul to the Lord.”

To be intoxicated by strong drink (within the moment) what a pleasure and delight it is; to let go, give up, and pour out your soul to our holy and loving Father, what can compare? Jesus reminds us that His burden is easy and His yoke is light, when you confess the bitterness in your heart, or the other evils that are sure to lurk, the heaviness of this world begin to lift off your shoulders, you are free.

Hannah, like us, must have been stubborn. For years she would go to the house of the Lord and weep. Year after year Hannah would give most of what she had to God but not all. It was only when she could take it no more, that she finally gave all to God, as the widow did for Elijah. The one thing she wanted, was the one thing she didn't have, and was the last thing God wanted from her.
G H Goodland Mar 2015
A world of people who stand aloof
Gesture to dine yet lack the proof.
The Terry Tree Nov 2014
My miracle
The spherical
Beauty of blue skies
Swirling in your eyes
My pleasant surprise
A dream come true
A remarkable view
Courage drips
All over you

You make me want to
Drop my armor
Let it fall
Open the well
Undo the spell
Of insecurity
I have spun
A self imposed
Judas come undone
Unbelieving
There could be
One
A miracle
For me
In us

You are the last unicorn
You found me hiding
From myself
For better or for worse
You lifted the curse
White light
Ripping at my seams
How long have I been here?
A year or two my dear?
Perhaps longer...
It seems
I can feel myself
Getting
Stronger

I remember the days
I sat in a maze
A fog, a haze
Of my own disappointments
And all my own rage
Hate and anger
Had constructed
A cage
No one could get to
No, not even you
But you waited
You stayed
You listened
You prayed

No one knows exactly
How we feel
It's hard to believe
What someone says
Especially
The vulnerable and real
Oh how I could steal
Steal away into the night
Back into a corner
Of my own fright
A beautiful
Panic
A tragic
Manic
Episode
"Of nobody loves me!"
"Nobody's home!"
The lights are on
But where have I gone?

No pill could fulfill
What you give to me
The infinite promise
To believe in every
Attempt that I make
To get back up again

Beating ourselves up
Is a waste of time
If only to learn
How we can fly
And say goodbye
To behaviors
That will break
The spirit you have made
The soul that you created
My all, my everything
The thing I wake up for
To sing
You bring me joy
When all I have is pain
You taught me how
To dance in the rain
You taught me how
To climb a tree
To get away from
Anything
To fall in love
With nature
Like painted lightening
You truly are my savior
Always fighting
For my love

My miracle
The spherical
Beauty of blue skies
Swirling in your eyes
My pleasant surprise
A dream come true
A remarkable view
Courage drips
All over you

Watch how you inspire
Watch me leap
Watch me rocket
A blast of fire
Across the horizon
Write your name in the sky
He's Alive
Divine Mother
Grandfather Fire
Hold me while I cry
I cannot deny

Calling all angels
Saints of all religions
Gurus, Yogis
Masters of
The spiritual truth
Allah, Yahweh
Maker you soothe

Heal in us the
Mental abuse
The hurt of other people's views
The judgements that we did not choose
Finally
We'll call a truce

I believe in my heart
There is a place
Where God
Has filled
An empty
Space
I do not need
To see your face

I cannot explain
The feeling it gives
The SPIRIT LIVES
Your spirit IS

OUR miracle
The spherical
Beauty of blue skies
Swirling in your eyes
OUR pleasant surprise
A dream come true
A remarkable view
Your courage drips
All over you

Teacher, mentor, sage and chief
You empty out the hollow grief
Burglarize our desolation
In the night you are the thief
While we sleep
The Santa Clause
Of chimney sweeps
A vacuum for our agony
In everything that we believe
I feel your peace
Wash over me
Thank you
For keeping the faith
When I could not
Conceive
Thank you for
Forgiving me

My rock
Our foundation
The touchstone
Of relation

What marvelous miracles
You do weave
I am the miracle
You are to me


© tHE tERRY tREE

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