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 2d Christy
Breeze
Another year passes by
Never to relive
Another page is turned
Never to read again
Time marches on
Never to return
The clock moves forward
The gap closes
Reminding us to savor every moment
As that window of life steadily closes
 2d Christy
Breeze
One spirit
One voice
In him rejoice

One light
One way
His love won’t stray

All you’ve got to do is surrender
Put all your plans aside
Let the masterful creator
Lead and be your guide

One dream
One hope
His strength to cope

One word
One phrase
To sing his praise

All you’ve got to do is surrender
There’s no better time than this
Made in the image of the one true God
Open up, don’t resist

One spirit
One voice
In him rejoice

One light
One way
His love won’t stray

Our ways are not the same as his
He’s not looking for perfection
Rest in the Father’s hands

One spirit
One song
In him we belong

One hope
We pray
For salvation one day
The Beast broke free, love set him whole,
While I remain, a Phantom soul.
His curse was lifted, his heart now sings,
But my humanity only stings.

No mask of fur, no monstrous guise,
Just human hands and hollow cries.
A heart that yearns, a fate unkind—
A curse of flesh, a shattered mind.

The Beast found joy, his pain released,
But I, unmasked, am still the beast.
Which road did you take?
Emmaus or Damascus?
Don't matter.
Same Jesus.

What brought you here?
Breadcrumbs or beacon?
Don't matter.
Same Jesus.

What meal did you share?
Flat bread or feast?
Don't matter.
Same Jesus.

It's the one you meet.
Not how you meet him.
You call me your dog,
your *****, your fool,
hurling words like stones
to shatter my heart.

I wag my tail anyway,
smiling through trembling lips,
fetching scraps of kindness
from the shadow of your hands.

You call me useless,
a beast beyond learning,
but I only want to please you—
to sit, to stay, to love.

Even as you turn away,
your voice cracking the whip,
I crawl through every wound,
bearing the weight of your name
like a leash around my soul.

For to be your dog
is still to be near you,
and I, the fool,
would bleed to feel you call me mine.
I cried so hard writing this poem. I'm deeply sorry for anyone who has ever felt the need to go to such painful lengths when loving someone. This is for you.
winter babies cry in the summer time – still thinking
about dying twice, still questioning this one life;
still questing to find still waters – still won’t we be
dying inside; drowning softy?

still silence – I don’t know my place; until I close
my eyes, and can’t see any of my shame. the moon gnaws
off a bit of myself – as putting on a brave face in the day,
is our nature.

we are lost lambs, that bleat themselves into silence.
We can be strangers if you like
We can talk about the weather
Our silly plans for the weekend
Or how life has been kind to us
Trust me, I'm a terrific actor
You'll hardly be able to tell

We can be strangers if you like
Or at least we can pretend that
It doesn't shred us to pieces...
Have you ever come across friends and lovers that meant the world to you... and then had to act like they were mere acquaintances?
Never mind... hello there, stranger!
 Jan 8 Christy
Maria Etre
He played
with her hair
and poetry
untangled
every
"not"
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