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a reason
Isaiah 55:11 : so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what i desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.


about
i hope my words are strange and wondrous,
like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,
so that we can all stop and
listen


intertext

tai
lu
mikan
janice
qiao
dawn



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  2 - rain
if you don't know already,
i love the rain.
The silence it brings, the enveloping grey, the rhythmic melody, the glistening members of its congregation.

Rain is often linked to unhappiness, or hardship...
If that is so,
this year then, can easily be marked as a rainy one.

Many nights of lonely struggles, honest wrestling, and pain expressing itself through rain.

i have said my goodbyes,
to you dearest.
for you there was a lot of rain.
it will soon be a year, but you live still,
in the best sort of way.

i have mourned,
for you beloveds.
for you there was so much pain.
it is only the beginning, but you live still,
and one day, it will all fall into place.

i have cried my way through
the deepest wounds,
that have bubbled over and erupted into
screaming competitions, but finally there
has been a slice of the truth.

so let it rain.
because here i am,
waiting,
to be soaked so i can
laugh again,
love again,
try again,
fall again,
hurt again,
mourn again,
live again,


and do it better,
all because it rained.

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