| growing too tired for the 'pursuit.'
wondering if it's possible to be on the 'same page.'
then again.
"every thought a thought of You."
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| why not let the grass grow?
how else will we see movement? |
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| why am i prone to wander?
why the struggle?
why always ME, and not 'me'?
should it be this hard, once i encounter Something this real, this encompassing?
or perhaps i should have just said:
'sorry, for always getting in the way.'
and
'thank You.' |
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| i just had the privilege to be sheltered by a tree from the beautiful rain.
i couldn't help but smile as the grass did a waltz with the breeze.
'ask me for a sign of the Father and i'll tell you it's Movement.'
my jeans are wet and stick to my legs, and all i can do is smile.
all praise to G-D!
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| how much of my life has been due to circumstance?
i can go out on my back porch and sit in silence, while on the other side of the globe people are dealing with genocide, hunger, injustice.
i know Your name, because my parents taught me.
many other people know You by a different name, because their parents taught them.
keep reminding me that i don't know anything.
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