Letting Go

 

Letting Go

We must let go
Of those hurtful things,
That burn and hiss
And bite and sting

That hurt the heart
And clip our wings,
Where we can't fly
And we can't sing

I think it's time
To turn the page,
Turn to the light
And quiet the rage

Forgive the slights
We cannot change,
And spread our wings
To escape this cage.

by Jimmy Osborne

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Beyond the Gate

 

Beyond the Gate

The gate opens slowly,
the rusty metal creaking softly.

Beyond it lies
the life you long for.

An anxious feeling makes your
chest rise and fall
like waves in the sea.

You hesitate, afraid,
your eyes wide.

The dying leaves rustle
in the crisp Autumn breeze.
The cold air lifts your chin,
and somewhere in the distance,
the branches whisper ---

Come and see.

But your bones feel stiff.
Your eyes cannot focus.
You dare to dream
of life truly lived,
yet you're unable to move.

You feel the tug
at your feet.

You turn.

You run like the wind.

Once again,
fear pulls you back into its arms.

By Debbie

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Light from Heaven ~ Cinematic atmosphere

 

1. God loves you and offers a wonderful plan for your life (John 3:16; 10:10).
2. Man is sinful and separated from God. Therefore, he cannot know and experience God’s love and plan for his life (Roman 3:23; 6:23).
3. Jesus Christ is God’s only provision for man’s sin. Through Him you can know and experience God’s love and plan for your life (Roman 5:8; 1 Corinthians 15:3-6; John 14:6).
4. We must individually receive Jesus Christ as Savior and Lord. Then we can know and experience God’s love and plan for our lives (John 1:12; 3:1-8; Ephesians 2:8-9; Revelation 3:20).

No Suitable Shoes

 

Source: Justin Hatchett on Facebook

David Gilmour - Sonnet 18 (William Shakespeare)

 

Sonnet 18: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

By William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm'd;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;

Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Embrace Each Season

Embrace Each Season

Let the old leaf loosen

without asking the tree

to resist the changing season.

Let the morning arrive

in colours yesterday

had never imagined.

Let the river flow

beyond the banks

that once contained it.

Let the wind rearrange

the branches of your life,

making space for light

where darkness once lingered.

There is wisdom

in what falls away,

and beauty

in what gently emerges.

The seed does not fear

the darkness beneath the soil.

It simply trusts

that something within it

is slowly coming to life.

So embrace each season

with a gentle, unassuming heart.

Let old dreams soften,

let new ones rise.

You do not have to know

where the next path leads

to trust the way ahead.

Breathe in the present.

Release what has been.

And delight in the mystery

of what’s unfolding,

for every moment

is opening

into something new.

And perhaps,

in accepting and welcoming change,

we discover

that nothing is ever truly lost,

only moving gently from one season to another.

~ 'Embrace Each Season' by Spirit of a Hippie

~ Mary Anne Byrne

~ Art 'Fall Fairy' by Cinnamon Cooney

Source: Spirit of a Hippie on Facebook

In Praise of Craziness, of a Certain Kind

 

On cold evenings
my grandmother,
with ownership of half her mind –
the other half having flown back to Bohemia –
spread newspapers over the porch floor
so, she said, the garden ants could crawl beneath,
as under a blanket, and keep warm,
and what shall I wish for, for myself,
but, being so struck by the lightning of years,

to be like her with what is left, that loving.

Mary Oliver

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