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It strikes ME that as humans, we try to see;
Try to Define and draw a dark line
Around this world of mystery,
and
Proceed in misdeed and act like it’s okay;
Like taking Advil can and/or will make the pain go away.

Like we’re living for something less when it should be more,
For if we only knew in store, what God has
(more) for you and I we’d stop trying to dignify
Our endless stupidity, being greedy;
We’d live more in love, we’d find hope in days
Where the rain on the panes prays that it can find a way
To sing the song of its heart, not knowing where to start
It flies blindly into glass and

STOPS.

Much like the bird that thinks it knows its way,
Unguided, however, it finds its fateful day,
Smashed and broken; as we often end up,
Not knowing how our lives wherever, whenever, will ever turn up.
We look toward possessions, we look toward money,
Losing sight, forever, of the land flowing with milk and honey.
Divorce rates up, while faith drops down,
As a society, as a people, coming closer to the ground

Of10 I have seen the fate of the man who spews hate.
Ignorance is bliss (until you meet your loving Prince),
Guiding your foul words farther from your foul mouth,
The uncouth, the reckless, often closer to the Truth
Than(k) you or I will ever be.

“Drop your nets and follow me,” said He that IS, WAS, and shall forever BE.
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OF LISTENING

We then try to humanize, try to sympathize, try to harmonize
With the All Knowing, who asks we live in fear,
Our minds never paying attention to how close he draws near
To the thoughts and the words of our heart,
My Spirit CRIES OUT.

And hopes and knows that HE has heard.