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I Want God, Not My Idea of God.

I Want God I Want God, Not My Idea of God.

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Blind Lovers’ Lips | a Poem

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Every rose is equal parts
blossom and thorn, yet,
most automatically only see
beauty.
What does that say
about love?
If such blind lovers’ lips
Were to greet yours,
would you accept,
or reject them?
What does that say
about you?

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Everyone is Someone’s Sweet Little Baby

 

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Here is the story of how you came to be born,
How you came to be born

Papa had a beard then,
Mama looked very young,
Mama looked really young

My father kept me from your father’s loving arms,
From your father’s loving arms
But one starry midnight, we stole away in a boat that your own father made

Everyone is someone’s sweet little baby
Everyone is someone’s sweet little baby

Heaven protected
We could come to no harm,
We were meant for love
And heaven blessed us
In a year you were born,
You our sweet little babe

So don’t let them tell you
Little boy go to war,
Fighting for your land
And don’t let them tell you
It’s okay,
Those are not our kind of men

Everyone is someone’s sweet little baby
Everyone is someone’s sweet little baby

Hands over hands child
You were not meant for that

You were meant for love
You were meant for love
You were meant for love

~Rio En Medio
Everyone is Someone’s Sweet Little Baby¬†

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A New Day Has Come ~ A Poem

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Sometimes inspiration knocks so¬†subtly, we can hear it only if we’re quiet.
What have we been missing when the noise in our head is left boundary-less?
Who have we been withholding from?
Who has been withholding from us?

Sometimes glimmers of hope are sparkled like fairy dust on the most fragile parts of our hearts.
How many time have we not seen it because it’s been swallowed up by murky waters?

Sometimes in strange and beautiful moments, you’re clear.
And the earth angels are clear.
All at once.
And inspiration is received and bestowed in most inconceivably glorious ways.

And you feel so close to heaven.

And the pain is nudged out by the hope.

And the heart leaps into Spring.

And a new day has come.

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One Day | A Little Ditty

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A little ditty I wrote in church today…

One day, I’ll have peace, I’m sure
I’ll be restored and not defective,
a plentiful mother, and more

One day, I’ll be strong and secure
no more feeble and weak
but full of strength and tempered

One day, I’ll be no more lonely
I won’t be so self-absorbed
and I’ll have friends galore

One day, I’ll be redeemed
I won’t struggle with turmoil
for all my misgivings

One day, I’ll know my place
I’ll be bold and courageous
and won’t hide my face

One day, I’ll give all the love in my heart
I’ll not be insecure and inside it all hoard
and pure love will be my reward

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