xxi: more than yesterdays

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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.

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i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

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tai
lu
mikan
janice
qiao
dawn

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Fisted

sometimes we hold on to things we love too tightly till the life goes out of it,
And then what?

sometimes it is easier to pummel your way through the obstacles instead of unthreading the problem apart.

sometimes the problem is not the problem, but that we don't want to call the problem by name.

sometimes its difference that makes it all harder so in cowardice we cling to what we call 'the same'

if i am fisted
please unclench my fingers
If i am afraid
please untwist my gut
if i am weary
please untie my laces
and if i am broken
please unbreak my heart.

Labels: faith, musing, personal, prayer

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