My miracle could've been yours, too if only you'd loved Him as I do. And, while I might not make it through in the way people expect me to? It's upsetting to know that pointing fingers for as long as you have?
one filled with 20 years sorrow.
I lived on what was once my only joy;
my only selfish need (3388 Heaven's open gate)
to see hate happening
since I was the tender age of three...
He's really ours, they said to me, and they said that spiritually and laughed at me to be the daughters of he; boasted knowingly.
To apologize now, once the failure recognized? A rebellion of spirit against
the man? Or the truth no matter; you weren't wise,
is most likely futile and disparate for there is only one to start owed under the sun.
He is my dad, and that is what is now "Sadness".
Gloating of the most doward proud cowards; the most convincing of people
those without faith, asked of my dad to give them the way
BUT
without a ghost to host the spirit of love; of humility and the dove
they laughed so loud
they looked not for clouds
nor rainy skies
nothing more but their own and each
other's free speech company
and told themselves and many others, too
they spoke of me to sew discord
of my implicit duplicity so often enough
as a way to forgo the path of faith; even though a bit rough
AND
they forgot to ask after themselves "have I offended thee in any way, is there
anything about me this day that does not please ye? Please say, for I will beg a repentance of you, please tell me true? Have I placed myself in your way? Have I unwittingly lied all the days? Did I bare false witness against yorn true? Did I ask of thee is my heart, my spirit in danger for enjoying my flesh whilst your man I did speak ill to of his daughter without any evidence; merely as fodder for comfort and for power? Have I done wrong? Am I so blind? Am I truly a rebel unkind?
Will I find myself without path, spiritual at last to apologize for my past?"
"Filth!" she said of us while we sang of triumph and we ignored her though our flesh she still does sting.
"Filth" she once again accused us little number now of being
while we stood in line as though we were going to greet the king...
"Filth" one final time she bellowed! Above our voices, void of love and missing joy and glory to give; she bellowed for ourselves is now all we know...
Will misery be why?
Oh, but now your soul, then and where? Will we know...all souls are Yours to save; not ours to judge and damn, woe is now what we show for we wanted a man to tell us so; not You to give and grow our faith but a man to take his place..."
He is my dad and he is dead and from all the words you said?
The words said from your spirits to your heads from the time I was firstly born; like us all: an offer to be loved; to be a friend in 71?
Those 17 years gone by are the beds you made to say, "He's not your dad! He's ours and we will laugh as we take him from you; smile and boast, never a single thought a moment's worth of care for the cuts your spirits dared- yes, boldly and proudly proclaimed and now are shamed for taking with filthy glee my only dad away from me.
Soon or could be never but certaintlly by the time we reach Eternity, you will know I said, "Only love can redeem and raise the dead, the dead, the dead."
Shall I try again to define LOVE for you?
It's no title of a "SAINT"; no title of "DEVIL", no title other than LOVE is LOVE.
Signed,
Love Easily Recognizable
Poetry by Rielle Vobi
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Written on 2023-12-02 at 07:11
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My Miracle
Kindness kept me cool for a newly, blue but true tomorrowone filled with 20 years sorrow.
I lived on what was once my only joy;
my only selfish need (3388 Heaven's open gate)
to see hate happening
since I was the tender age of three...
He's really ours, they said to me, and they said that spiritually and laughed at me to be the daughters of he; boasted knowingly.
To apologize now, once the failure recognized? A rebellion of spirit against
the man? Or the truth no matter; you weren't wise,
is most likely futile and disparate for there is only one to start owed under the sun.
He is my dad, and that is what is now "Sadness".
Gloating of the most doward proud cowards; the most convincing of people
those without faith, asked of my dad to give them the way
BUT
without a ghost to host the spirit of love; of humility and the dove
they laughed so loud
they looked not for clouds
nor rainy skies
nothing more but their own and each
other's free speech company
and told themselves and many others, too
they spoke of me to sew discord
of my implicit duplicity so often enough
as a way to forgo the path of faith; even though a bit rough
AND
they forgot to ask after themselves "have I offended thee in any way, is there
anything about me this day that does not please ye? Please say, for I will beg a repentance of you, please tell me true? Have I placed myself in your way? Have I unwittingly lied all the days? Did I bare false witness against yorn true? Did I ask of thee is my heart, my spirit in danger for enjoying my flesh whilst your man I did speak ill to of his daughter without any evidence; merely as fodder for comfort and for power? Have I done wrong? Am I so blind? Am I truly a rebel unkind?
Will I find myself without path, spiritual at last to apologize for my past?"
"Filth!" she said of us while we sang of triumph and we ignored her though our flesh she still does sting.
"Filth" she once again accused us little number now of being
while we stood in line as though we were going to greet the king...
"Filth" one final time she bellowed! Above our voices, void of love and missing joy and glory to give; she bellowed for ourselves is now all we know...
Will misery be why?
Oh, but now your soul, then and where? Will we know...all souls are Yours to save; not ours to judge and damn, woe is now what we show for we wanted a man to tell us so; not You to give and grow our faith but a man to take his place..."
He is my dad and he is dead and from all the words you said?
The words said from your spirits to your heads from the time I was firstly born; like us all: an offer to be loved; to be a friend in 71?
Those 17 years gone by are the beds you made to say, "He's not your dad! He's ours and we will laugh as we take him from you; smile and boast, never a single thought a moment's worth of care for the cuts your spirits dared- yes, boldly and proudly proclaimed and now are shamed for taking with filthy glee my only dad away from me.
Soon or could be never but certaintlly by the time we reach Eternity, you will know I said, "Only love can redeem and raise the dead, the dead, the dead."
Shall I try again to define LOVE for you?
It's no title of a "SAINT"; no title of "DEVIL", no title other than LOVE is LOVE.
Signed,
Love Easily Recognizable
Poetry by Rielle Vobi
Read 69 times
Written on 2023-12-02 at 07:11
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