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To You, My LoveMy Love, this letter is to you.
I wish you all the best,
I hope you are happy,
I hope you are safe.
My Love, I want you
To look at the sky.
I want you
To watch the sun rise
Behind those great, tall mountains.
Watch the earth be embraced by light,
Watch those colours shine bright.
My Love, please
Listen to this sound
Of birds composing this new symphony.
Without words that might just fail,
But notes that shall never faint.
My Love, please
Look at this everlasting forest.
Feel the life march through your veins,
Feel the joy struck you like heavy nails.
My love, I want you
To watch the sun set.
Behind those great, tall moun
Boiled some water,
Made some tea
As these thoughts surrounded me.
Poured a cup,
And took a sip
With a warning burned my tongue.
Drank some more
Punished me and burned my throat.
Oh, this ache
Spinning head and tired eyes.
And tired body
Go to sleep you weary spirit.
Say a prayer
Close your eyes
Know His love will never die.
You sleepy soul...
You will never be alone.
I know You're here.
I know You're with me.
I know You hear me,
And I know You'll never leave me.
I feel my blood flowing cold
And hear the music ringing in my ears...
My heart beats faster, as I cry out
To You, my Father.
Feeling weak and empty,
In need of peace.
Won't You lift me up, my Lord?
Just hold my hand...
To know You're here.
Goodnight Enigmatic SongShe was the song you hear and, at first blush, don't like.
Well, you don't know how you feel about it so you keep listening in an attempt to discover how exactly you feel and then you reach the end of the song and you realize, you don't like it; you love it.
That was Grace.
She was my coworker and she was my friend.
We carpooled together, I drove and she slept most of the way.
"Don't get much sleep at night, do you?" I asked her, catching those drooping lids mid-descent.
She looked out the window streaked with rain; it spoke in percussive touches filling the car with quiet overcast conversation.
I felt the warmth of her smile in the corner of my eye. The blur of her hand reached at the window to feel the cold of the droplets.
"When I was a girl, I used to race these. I thought it was funny the fat ones always won," she giggled and I imagined her as a little girl in the passenger seat then, legs too short to reach so kicking, and hair messed in the bac
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