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Looking out Toward what I cannot fathom Or get hold of, with the tools At my disposal... I am limited I know that; But I also know That the unlimited, Incorruptible, Beautiful and infallible Is calling individuals By name and kind By ways and means, By what matters... I do not know how to Explain finding the extraordinary, Blatant in what we see, yet Dismissed as ordinary, I cannot Explain perceiving miracles In the midst of simplicity Humility and accountability... I cannot explain but am In... Sign in to see full entry.

Despite all Troubles People are Still graced With joys Laughter Warmth and Friendships Under the Wings of Love and the Many qualities Thereof I am so grateful For such grace! And thankful For this Great hope Still living In many hearts. Sign in to see full entry.

To let go Often is an exercise In freedom. Sign in to see full entry.

Incompleteness, hurt and despair Will be some of the undesirable Companions of mankind Until the light comes on Hope however will Be an intimate companion To the ones who know That irrespective of Turmoil or despair The light will come on Sign in to see full entry.

Being good company Unto oneself takes away Loneliness and Replaces it with Contented solitude. Sign in to see full entry.

Every ship needs an anchor As much as needs its sails. Sign in to see full entry.

To reason with insanity Is an exercise in futility It is best to put Arguments to rest And move on. Sign in to see full entry.

If there is no seeing In the looking Then the looking Surely is partially blind As some are partially deaf... Sign in to see full entry.

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Every seed that is thrown into the wind Will land where it lands But we are wilful seeds Thrown into this life And we can steer We can choose Where to land; Sometimes the tides of life Forces us unto shores We did not choose But still in due time And wilful courage We can hit the runway And take flight Into the breathtaking Vastness of what can be. Sign in to see full entry.