MJJCs Official Daily Poems & Reflections Thread

lost


listening to the waves gentle crash upon the shore
i feel i am lost and my will is faltering and torn
i am little aware of my surroundings anymore
i steal away to this place inside, that i've visited before
there are only alleys and i've stopped knocking upon their doors
realizing they lead to no where, and this is all that's in store
hug the dreams that once seemed close, and had believed were born
say my goodbyes, and close my eyes to what was so pure
all is not lost for i still have my what ifs in case there is a cure
i might cheat sometimes, and sneak a peek longingly at those doors
for now i'll just lie back, and listen to these waves crashing upon my shores


 
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Heed The Messengers
written in 2005
Right out of heaven He walked into our midst. Just as Jesus came to us, the son of a carpenter, He also comes to us packaged not as we’d expect. God’s ways are not our ways. His messenger doesn’t come with his angelic wings spread wide for all to see. He doesn’t say look at me in all my heavenly beauty. Nevertheless, He has mastered the art of getting us to recognize the beauty that can exist within each of us.

He came to us as a little black boy right on the heels of Martin Luther King, Jr., who died for the Dream, who also knew how to captivate us through his words. Also a humble man, who knew how to get us to hush and listen, cause there was message Martin needed to deliver, and a message that we needed to hear; need to hear still… shhhh….what’s that you’re sayin’, Martin?

In a time when we need healing, when we need hope, God hears our pain. He has the answers we seek, if only we’ll listen to His messengers. There’s still time. It can’t be too late, for He is with us still.

Will we do to this messenger what we did to the others? Is crucifying the messengers so much better than learning how to heal the world? Why must they suffer so much? Why are their burdens so heavy? Because, when God asked, they said “yes.”

There is light in this world. It’s hard to see, because we silence it so. The messengers tell us to listen to the children. They tell us the answers we seek lie there. The greatest of these messengers said to us "Let the children come to me, do not hinder them; for to such belongs the kingdom of God. Truly, I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God like a child shall not enter it."

Herein lie your answers. Will you heed the messengers?
 
ty, friend *hugs you tightly, never let you go* loves you always.
 
written and first posted in April, it is so relevant right now. God knows it all. i couldnt' write this today but today it gives me comfort. amazing how He is always preparing us. even we've no idea where the inspiration comes from. it comes from Him. He is good. sends love to everyone. hope this helps someone else too (HUGS) you all tight. God bless you all.

a flash in the pan (and this too shall pass)


friend that mountain you're climbing
growing higher with each step taken
that unexpected news throwing you
knocking the breath from your lungs
unrealized dreams breaking your heart
and the one you counted on has gone
your life took a turn and is out of hand
remember that this is a flash in the pan

sorrows come in innumerable forms
so often recollected as life's storms
the tears flow to cleanse your soul
and make the broken pieces whole
when only your own arms can hold
bringing a warmth staying the cold
things happen not always as planned
remember that this is a flash in the pan

looking behind is easier than ahead
regrets are the enemy is often said
they are teachers of lessons hard
life is lived by the inch not the yard
our battles are won in hearts strong
coming to a knowledge we all belong
separating the wheat from the shaft
remember that this is a flash in the pan

taken in its whole simplicity is revealed
the elusiveness of that so much desired
usually is what was intended for that one
obstacles sometimes are our test
to prove the heart so all may attest
what was true and what was loved best
like grains of sand time slips through hands
remember that this is a flash in the pan
 
Thanks for sharing your poems Friend. (((hug)))

I miss Michael. There is nothing to do but cry, and when done with crying, to find a quiet place within us--a place of peace, a place from which we may create beauty and harmony and love, the way Michael did for so many of us. He will live in his art, and he will live in us--through all that we have become because he touched us. We have to go on, for ourselves, for those whom God has given us to love, and in honour of Michael, who has inspired us.

But we will grieve, for he is lost to us in his earthly form--so beautiful, so talented, so loving...

Here I share my grief:

Without you...

A fist presses up beneath my ribs
Fingers of pain claw through my chest
Strangling my throat
Refusing me the air that you no longer breathe.
My heart, which once danced at the sound of your voice
Now aches in relentless rhythm.
How can it still beat
When yours does not?
Rain drenches the day
Tears drench my blouse--
Black lace for you my dear
In living and in dying.
The music ends
Night descends
The world is dark
Without you.

On a more peaceful note, a vision that I have posted before, more than once, but I need to post it again, for it is as close to heaven as I can imagine, and I like to imagine our Michael enjoying such peace now.

Where The Heart Is

Have you ever wondered
About a place you want to go
A meadow
By a forest
Next to a hillside
Overlooking the ocean
A place you've dreamed of
For oh so long
Where the air is fresh
The sunshine fills you with warmth
And careless clouds float
Towards an unknown destination
A place where your soul feels at home
A secret place
A place you know you'll recognize
A place of beauty
Echoing with the sound of children's laughter
A place where the sun sparkles on dew drops
And dust scatters on the beams of light
As butterflies take flight
A meadow where the grass is soft
And daisies flirt with the bees
A place where the days are long with languid dreaming
And the amber-violet sky takes your breath away
As the sun kisses the sea
A place where the darkness of night
Covers you like a blanket
While the stars entertain you
With their twinkling dance
The heavens embrace you with wisdom
Filling you to overflowing
With the breath of God
A place where you are free to be
Where you drink in Life
From a spring of happiness
That never runs dry
A place where you are never lonely
Because you are part of the scene
Part of the earth and the sea
A blade of grass
A dragonfly's gossamer wing
And when one day you find your secret place
You discover that it was always there
In your heart
Waiting for you to open your eyes
And see
And know
That home is where the heart is
When the heart is full of love.
 
The past three days have been very hard for me, not only because of Michael's passing, but because I am traveling in Switzerland, staying with friends who have no comprehension of how much his loss grieves me. What's more, all the news reports and tributes have been in French (the few that I've seen) and although I speak French, I find it hard to follow the details of quickly-presented news reports.

On the weekend my host (a young woman and her toddler in fact) had arranged to take me to a mountain village where there was no TV or computer, which was probably a good thing really, but it was so hard to try to be happy when I was feeling devastated. With a baby there I could not help but be distracted from my despair.

The scenery was spectacular and I thought of Michael as I traveled--how he loved the beauty of nature, and how Charlie Chaplin had lived here and he loved Charlie, and I wished I could share the beauty with him...

So in keeping with the tranquility in my poem, I will post some of the tranquil scenes that I enjoyed (even despite my grief) over the past two days. I hope that whoever come here will enjoy them too.

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ty dim for all you shared. your poems your heart and your travels :) i cant imagine the agony of not being able to really grieve out and being in your shoes. that is so difficult. i relate to your first poem and the second one... it's just so comforting. truly it is. and the pictures and the reflection on Charlie Chaplin and the tie to Michael. ty so much (((HUGS))) you.
 
posting a few older ones.... (((HUGS))) everyone


passages


moons and seasons have different phases
they are a reflection of each of our faces
how we learn, grow and evolve
as we pass from one into the next
we keep some things and cast others off
there is nothing frozen in time
like the black holes travelling in space
we are continuously drawing to ourselves
something new, and we cleanse ourselves
of what is false and harms
let goodness and care be your north star
guiding you through these passages that
are leading to the next spoke in this great circle
if it hurts it's worth examination
seasons of pain are not to be ignored
they are part of the chain
don't let them pass too quickly, and benefit not
lest you doom yourself to future seasons of the same
when the new moon arrives, be ready
to stay in the current referred to as time
all the answers you search for will not manifest
that's not the goal
it is to become better by next phase, than
you were in the last
others may not see changes so slight,
let it be
the seasons that bring us to who we are meant to be
aren't always obvious to the outside,
because they happen internally
take heart, follow your star, accept
the gifts of each phase, pain fades
as you walk, try not to be so serious
that you miss the point
as we come and go, we are meant to shine
as we move into understanding that life is
bigger than our own and when we care
for one another, is when we shine brightest, so
remember to laugh and love often
don't be afraid of change, freedom is just a concept
we are all free to be who we were meant to be
think of your path as a beautiful stream
no matter where you are, if you get lost,
just look up to the heavens and find your star
you don't need refuge, you're exactly where
you are supposed to be
every path is different, and in every one you are free
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book of life


nestled between the pages are the single strokes
framing the who, what, when and where of who we are
and the story of the road that has led from where we've
been to where we now stand, flipping the pages, chapter
after chapter reveals what has been only ours, no pair
of eyes, save one, have travelled that journey with
us. in the moments when we felt most alone and of greatest
despair, certain that no one was there, quietly... patiently
waiting, the gentliest of spirits, the most loving heart
of all stilled in our grief sends down that which he alone
can give. there in sorrow, there in joy, lonliness, depression,
and boredom he waits for one thing, that which only we can give,
acceptance of him, who alone loves us when no one else will,
acceptance of him who's asked for nothing more than that we return
his gifts and love by loving others when nobody else will, in this
way we show our love for him is real.
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meeting with the maker


alone in the dark with the rustling of leaves
there's a hush and contentment in moments like these
let it go quiet, and rescind all light, i call to myself
the creatures of the night, the owl, the bat, the
wolves who cause some fright, bring to me
much delight, i love how they prowl, and the
sounds of their howl, that to others sets in their bones
like a chill, brings me peace and harmony, as if the world
went still, as i drink them in and gather them near
i know in my heart, that my world is here, there is
nothing else like this anywhere in this place, where
i can come to meet with the maker of all things
face to face, i know He is here, he's in all of these.
when i come to meet Him through all of my friends
its a chance to renew and begin again, He's always
here, the meetings up to me, whenever i'm ready
i need only look for the rocks, the tree, the stream,
open my heart and mind and soul to receive,
because He is here in moments like these,
giving me his care and taking away all reasons
to flee
 
Mystical Man

Your shadow dances acrossed my bedroom wall
has hovered above my bed
Your voice is Alive inside my head
Forever have you been with me, and forevermore you shall
Mystical Man borne with a heart that goes on beyond a lifetime
Mystical Man who is with us for all time
 
Thank you so much for your poems Friend. (((hug))) They are reassuring.

Here is one that I wrote for Michael in 2007 for his birthday. It speaks of comfort-- comfort such as his spirit has given me, and the comfort and peace that I wish for him always, symbolized in a rose...

Good Night Blessing

A rose upon my pillow
Sweet scent, the palest pink
Who left it there? I wonder
And then I see you wink
The moonlight on your face
Reveals a gentle smile
I know you'll keep me snug tonight
I'll sleep in just a while
But first tell me a story
A tale of days gone by
Of heroines and heroes
Romance to make me sigh
Kiss me on my forehead
And tuck me in so tight
And whisper that you love me
Upon this summer night
Then I will sleep contented
And I will dream no fear
For you are sitting by me
So warm and oh so near
I'll feel your breath upon me
Your fingers through my hair
Soft petals of the rose
Upon my skin so fair
Please send a prayer to heaven
God grant me restful sleep
And pull the covers higher
While I snuggle in so deep
Then wrap your arms around me
Like an angel from above
Sent to reassure me
That I'm sheltered in your love
This rose upon my pillow
With fragrance fresh and light
Will stay with me till morning
While your love will stay all night
 
Lovely poems............

I do not write myself, but I wanted to post this one. It feels like every word fits.

W. H. Auden


Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.​
 
Thank you very much everyone.

I keep reading again and again this one today :heart:


Heaven is Here

You and I were never separate
It's just an illusion
Wrought by the magical lens of
Perception

There is only one Wholeness
Only one Mind
We are like ripples
In the vast Ocean of Consciousness

Come, let us dance
The Dance of Creation
Let us celebrate
The Joy of Life

The birds, the bees
The infinite galaxies
Rivers, Mountains
Clouds and Valleys
Are all a pulsating pattern
Living, breathing
Alive with cosmic energy

Full of Life, of Joy
This Universe of Mine
Don't be afraid

To know who you are
You are much more
Than you ever imagined

You are the Sun
You are the Moon
You are the wildflower in bloom
You are the Life-throb
That pulsates, dances
From a speck of dust
To the most distant star

And you and I
Were never separate
It's just an illusion
Wrought by the magical lens of
Perception

Let us celebrate
The Joy of Life
Let us dance
The Dance of Creation

Curving back within ourselves
We create
Again and again
Endless cycles come and go
We rejoice
In the infinitude of Time

There never was a time
When I was not
Or you were not
There never will be a time
When we will cease to be

Infinite -- Unbounded
In the Ocean of Consciousness
We are like ripples
In the Sea of Bliss

You and I were never separate
It's just an illusion
Wrought by the magical lens of
Perception

Heaven is Here
Right now is the moment
of Eternity
Don't fool yourself
Reclaim your Bliss

Once you were lost
But now you're home
In a nonlocal Universe
There is nowhere to go
From Here to Here
Is the Unbounded
Ocean of Consciousness
We are like ripples
In the Sea of Bliss

Come, let us dance
The Dance of Creation
Let us celebrate
The Joy of Life

And
You and I were never separate
It's just an illusion
Wrought by the magical lens of
Perception

Heaven is Here
Right now, this moment of Eternity
Don't fool yourself
Reclaim your Bliss
 
Thank you very much everyone.

I keep reading again and again this one today :heart:


Heaven is Here

You and I were never separate
It's just an illusion
Wrought by the magical lens of
Perception

There is only one Wholeness
Only one Mind
We are like ripples
In the vast Ocean of Consciousness

Come, let us dance
The Dance of Creation
Let us celebrate
The Joy of Life

The birds, the bees
The infinite galaxies
Rivers, Mountains
Clouds and Valleys
Are all a pulsating pattern
Living, breathing
Alive with cosmic energy

Full of Life, of Joy
This Universe of Mine
Don't be afraid

To know who you are
You are much more
Than you ever imagined

You are the Sun
You are the Moon
You are the wildflower in bloom
You are the Life-throb
That pulsates, dances
From a speck of dust
To the most distant star

And you and I
Were never separate
It's just an illusion
Wrought by the magical lens of
Perception

Let us celebrate
The Joy of Life
Let us dance
The Dance of Creation

Curving back within ourselves
We create
Again and again
Endless cycles come and go
We rejoice
In the infinitude of Time

There never was a time
When I was not
Or you were not
There never will be a time
When we will cease to be

Infinite -- Unbounded
In the Ocean of Consciousness
We are like ripples
In the Sea of Bliss

You and I were never separate
It's just an illusion
Wrought by the magical lens of
Perception

Heaven is Here
Right now is the moment
of Eternity
Don't fool yourself
Reclaim your Bliss

Once you were lost
But now you're home
In a nonlocal Universe
There is nowhere to go
From Here to Here
Is the Unbounded
Ocean of Consciousness
We are like ripples
In the Sea of Bliss

Come, let us dance
The Dance of Creation
Let us celebrate
The Joy of Life

And
You and I were never separate
It's just an illusion
Wrought by the magical lens of
Perception

Heaven is Here
Right now, this moment of Eternity
Don't fool yourself
Reclaim your Bliss

Bless you Fujon ((HUGS)) right what i needed...when i needed it.
 
from there to here

my mind reels at all that has come to pass
people i've touched and those who've touched me
sharing our trials, our hearts, our dreams, and more
bearing witness and bearing burdens
we stepped out in faith despite any misgivings
there's a time to die and a time for living

there are moments in time when we held our breath
but those moments passed and we held steadfast
what we truly desired was to soar above it all
to be hands for one another and give when needed
the road behind us seemed it went on forever
the unknown that lie ahead sent its shiver

as all comes full circle some things are now clear
those things that haunted were navigation
tuning in to each and everyone
is what we're made for and why its all done
those hazy paths that obscured our way
was the learning required for that day

continuing on despite all that is felt
is the cross given us and bear it we must
looking back and contemplating it all
i feel at once both amazed and blessed
failing at times but still given high marks
is the only way to understand passing the test

the lessons i've been given and hope learned
is grace and mercy are always the right answer
how all is accounted, for it cannot be earned
God is so good and watches at all times
looking for how to bless us despite our crimes
righting our wrongs so higher we can climb

when i remember where i've been
it is all just so overwhelming
and there is no doubt how loved i am
for every dark thought and every misgiving
i met with untold love by a heart that's forgiving
i feel urged to share this love with all who are living

the time for us to live and feel and to be
are sacred and need to be cherished as gifts
we are given to mistakes and often to drift
but we are never left alone or separated
these are things we realize when we look back
everything we ever really needed, we have never lacked.
 
On this day, as Michael's body is laid to rest, and the world gives thanks for his life, I have spent the morning in London, at the Royal Academy of Art, at an exhibition of fourty paintings by W.J. Waterhouse. It was a dream come true to see these master pieces--so beautiful, so mystical and so melancholy.

Along with books of Waterhouse's art, one could purchase books of the poetry that inspired many of the paintings of this era. I bought a book of poems by Christina Rossetti. The first page that I turned to held the poem "Confluents", which speaks my own heart today...

Confluents
~Christina Rosetti~

As rivers seek the sea,
Much more deep than they,
So my soul seeks thee
Far away:
As running rivers moan
On their course alone,
So I moan
Left alone.

As the delicate rose
To the sun's sweet strengh
Doth herself enclose,
Breadth and length;
So spreads my heart to thee
Unveiled utterly,
I to thee
Utterly.

As morning dew exhales
Sunwards pure and free,
So my spirit fails
After thee:
As dew leaves not a trace
On the green earth's face;
I, no trace
On thy face.

Its goal the river knows,
Dew drops find a way,
Sunlight cheers the rose
In her day:
Shall I, lone sorrow past,
Find thee at the last?
Sorrow past,
Thee at last?

Farewell dearest Michael. May you rest in the arms of God.
 
((hugs)) everyone.


a vapor

you were but a moment
and left your indelible mark
when you took leave
the nourishment you offered
went also
it was a fleeting moment
that will stay with me forever
your blessings touched my soul
i want for more, but treasure
that which was so freely bestowed
 
and so it goes


life stopped on a dime
there is nothing but haze
this world feels unrelatable
routines seem out of synch
i see people carry on
clocks continue to tick
buses still run
why is it all so unfamiliar?

swallowed whole by a bubble
distortion soars beyond scale
the balancing act is off
skidding along the globe's axis
there is no where to hold on
the slope is slippery
and the illusion is
that nothing has changed

i hear screaming
and look for its source
it grows louder
stiffled whimpers in between
where does it come from
maybe i'm not alone
perhaps someone in another bubble
then i realize it's me

the alarm clock goes off
i'm expected by 8:30
my car still doesn't want to start
traffic lights are unendurably long
the highways are packed as usual
and i'm still running behind
no time for coffee or a bagel
and so it goes....

 
Thank you for all your amazing poems Friend. (((HUG))) I'm with you. I cannot write poetry at the moment, but I will again...
 
You wanted to make this world a better place,
But people kept on laughing in your face.

Without respect they treated you,
but you always tried to make it through.

The rumours, hatred and the lies,
the pain was visible in your eyes.

In peace they now should let you rest,
and realise that you were the best.

The world is drowning in its tears,
some of us now live with fears.

Not having you around anymore,
makes millions of hearts aching and sore.

But forever in our hearts you will be,
for all generations in the future to see.

You with your wonderful eyes and your smile,
are what made living this hard life worthwhile.
 
Crossing the street

How could you suggest
some two people
all of sudden
crossing the street
there they saw each other

Both smiled brighter then the sun
like they met before - did they
some strangers just like this
crossed the street

she blushed and kept infront
kept on walking
turned back and saw his eyes watching warmly her
she blushed even more
and she kept on

she turned again
he smiled at her
oh my she was so shy
then she turned to him
he didnt wait -
he smiled even brighter then before
gave his hand to her and said "Hello!"
and then love just began

and this is called love from first sight!
 
Missing Michael

Sitting on a stool
In Starbucks Cafe
Coventry Street
Near Leicester Square
The tea is too hot
It doesn't matter
I'm not going anywhere

Hanging in the doorway
Of the tourist shop opposite
My darling dances his eternal dance
On a white T-shirt
He doesn't care anymore
About white T-shirts

A thousand people mill about
It's Friday night
They're having fun
He'd approve of that

An artist wants to sketch my face
Thirty five pounds for a nice one
Ten pounds for a funny one
How about twenty five pounds for a nice one?
That's his final offer

I search for Michael's face amongst the stars
No one is selling him tonight--
Not in these five yards anyway...

Michael,
I miss you

July 10, 2009

Hollow

How can I explain
the hollow inside of me,
the place where joy and laughter
and ecstasy once played,
the place where beauty turned on her light,
where music leapt about
and words were magic--
the place I shared with you.

Now you are gone
and the hollow echoes with memories of you--
every new delight reminding me
that you cannot receive it,
imploding inside of me,
filling my hollow with tears.

July 10, 2009

Trembling

I have not stopped trembling
since you died.
Something solid has gone from my life
--your body
--your presence, creating, nurturing.
You held me up when life made me stumble.
The world is a strange place without you.
The sun struggles to shine.
Maybe that's just London
where tears and rain hold hands
and wander through the mews
finding traces of you
everywhere

July 11, 2009
 
ty dim ((hugs)) you back... yours are as usual eloquent, yet this time... too sad :( ... time and space til we are again in our happy place... take care :flowers:
 
Yes dear Friend, those poems are sad. I am sad.
Michael was my muse. These past six years he has inspired me in so many ways. I know that I must continue to create, to love and to give in this world. But sometimes I wonder where I will find my inspiration from, now that Michael has gone. I am so filled with sadness. But as I meditated this morning I realized something that gave me hope...

A few years ago I wrote an allegory called "The Gardens in my Heart". It compared my love for each person in my life to a garden--each garden special and beautiful in its own way, and each needing attention to keep it alive. My allegory also referred to the garden in my heart that grew out of my love for Michael. Today I realized that Michael will always be my muse, even though he has passed over. The garden in my heart that grew out of all the love he has shared in his songs and poetry and life will remain, as beautiful as ever, and I can still go there to seek inspiration from him. And I know, that even though he is no longer with us in body, I will still find new and wondrous things in that garden--secrets and mysteries still hidden in the art that he has given us.

So I will go on, and write poetry and books, inspired by many others apart from Michael. But when I need some special inspiration, I will visit that garden in my heart where all that Michael has given me still flourishes, and I will be refreshed.
 


ONLY TIME
By: Enya

Who can say where the road goes,
Where the day flows?
Only time...
And who can say if your love grows,
As your heart chose?
Only time...

(interlude)
dee dah day, dee dah day, dee dah day
dee dah doe day doe, dee doe day doe

Who can say why your heart sighs,
As your love flies?
Only time...

And who can say why your heart cries,
When your love dies?
Only time...

(interlude)
dee dah day, dee dah day, dee dah day
dee dah doe day doe, dee doe day doe

Who can say when the roads meet,
That love might be,
In your heart.

And who can say when the day sleeps,
If the night keeps all your heart?
Night keeps all your heart...

(long interlude)
dee dah dah dah
dee dah dah dah
dee dah dah dah
dee dah dah dah

Who can say if your love grows,
As your heart chose?
Only time...

And who can say where the road goes,
Where the day flows?
Only time...

Who knows?
Only time...

Who knows?
Only time...
 
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encased in flesh, our souls are given birth
some spirits are sweet, and others are deep
all are innocent when at first they arrive
as we grow in knowledge there is a tendency
to surrender our delicate selves and give in
to let less beauty within us dwell, the forms
this can take are many, and all are a defeat
in moments when tenderness would have nourished
our souls, we often withhold it and the kind
words needed were replaced with scolding
rebukes so harsh and too cold, as the spirit
being inside us loses its will to live and dies,
a warm smile, a hug, a well placed hand on a
shoulder of another is the prescription to heal
wounds unseen, as we reach inside to feel our
own spirit beings, that place that runs deep
in our soul, if dejected and scorned it is ripped,
leaving a gaping hole, but when nourished and
loved becomes a heart of gold. we are all spirit
beings and kindness goes far, withhold it and
cause one to falter, or give it abundantly and
see a spirit take flight, and shine brighter
than any star.
 
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