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This Beautiful Misery
Friday, October 27, 2006
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Is it in the wake of the hearts that luv me that I truly exist? It is a short lived life we have here, & the element of people are that of their virtues. I am my faith, my luv, my patience, & my hope. Emily once called Hope a tiny bird perched in the soul, singing the song no one can word, & even tho my bird seems silent to the hearts of those that do not see or hear me, the lil bird w/in never sleeps w/out the music a constant humming. Faith is the tiny ribbon in the wind that seems helpless, but it flies w/ more control than you can know, and lands @ your feet for a purpose & reasoning. Patience is the thing happening when I dont even notice it, it lives in the lil moments that seem to last so long & the long moments that dont seem to last at all. And luv... it is the dwelling w/in the body of Patience, Hope, & Faith & runs like the rivers & the oceans, it feeds the bird of hope, blows the winds of faith, & washes the feet of soils that polute the soul. W/in us all is the power to luv with our very all. It is everyday that I walk the road to reach for those around me that are endearing, & each hand I reach to hold I know a piece of me lives w/in the soul of every heart that I luv
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