Love Of Old

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No longer chasing things I didn’t need

Things they told me I wanted

And I believed

 

The blinding fire finally recedes

And time has granted me

All of my life’s pleads

 

“He is old they say;” outdated

But I know what they do not

Yet I care not to debate

 

I am, as I was as a child, I remain

Outward visages are deceiving

I was as you, these things I retain

 

And all must learn these things in time

As I smile, watching this world

Knowing a truth I hope you may find

 

Stoic.

Daily

I see and love

I understand,  I try

Unmoved in my seeing

In the least of these

 

I do not; I cannot, judge

Every breath a gift

Yet I cannot rest

Even if not for me

 

Others abound

And I fail into my,”Life.”

My Wants go

My Concerns go

 

I am for you.

I have always been

For in you, I am

You may be

 

Someone I know

Or a stranger

You may be Him

How can I know?

 

And I realize

“You,” are in all

Every touch I give

Every heart I know

 

I am Yours.

Worlds Apart

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Torn apart, I miss you

I miss the little things

 

I wish you were here

To see what I became

 

I miss your heart

Your love on mine

 

Torn apart, I miss you

I miss a possible life

 

I wish you could see

The man I have become

 

I miss your touch

In the dark of night

 

Torn time ticks slowly

I miss fulfilled moments

 

I wish you were here

To see what might have been

Sometimes

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This book is not an easy one

A translation of an ancient script

Something lost across the years

 

The rain beats on the windows

Spring branches tap their song

Full of unborn life in buds

 

Sometimes, just sometimes

Everything fits, no lost pieces

A puzzle that never was that

 

And the rain beats

Branches sing along

As words blur in perfection

Hearts

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Call out to a dead heart

Touch in Love

Those we know not

 

Forgotten as we are

They also weep

No longer

 

Resurrection

One by one

Brought home

 

A kind word given

Freely, no strings

Just because

 

A favor Lent

Paid by giving

To one, and all.

 

 

Stoic.