Glory Bridge Do you see me? Can you feel me? Don't despair I am always here. Crafted from your tears I will appear to colour your world when the end seems near. Do not look to me to light your way. For I bring life and promise to rainy days - as sure as an olive branch. To reach you I have to bend separate and come back together again. The light does come through but this is what is true: I must come to chase away the grey keep hopelessness at bay and bring a promise your way. I will carry you across the byways all the highways, through each maze. woven into each colour is a gift of grace. You shall never be alone.
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Battle scars
Battle Scars Your battle scars say who you are. Have none? Then you have not learned a thing worth learning. Or perhaps, you try to hide them. Ashamed with a sense of disgrace that you were bested. Fear not, though your scars are alot they are your testimonies that you survived, they anoint your flesh reminding you of the tests that have made you your best in a world where sorrow obscures many a tomorrows. So wear them proudly, They your purple hearts.
Dream Seeds
Dream Seeds What do you see when you look ahead of you? Do you see all the problems or possibilities? Do you see famine ot the harvest to come do you see bread or the millions that from your seeds who will be fed. DO you see a fallen forest destroyed by hate and those depraved or the potential of another forest bursting out of your heard? What do you see within yourself? DO you see a dead end or the solution to a problem? Are you afraid that you will not make it? Or are you building a bridge on the strength of your dream seeds?
Without a Source
A country without a source has all the potential but little vision. It struggles with the little it sees while being taunted by the much it holds. Never to know the richness of its riches only to see the gutter in which it strove and stroked out of. Twisted by circumstances to always look back lost in forget me nots broken promise. Lost in a dream without a source.
The Enemy Success
The Enemy Success Success whispers in your ear - "you have arrived for awhile let's rest here". We sit and bask in what we have achieved and never realise we are being decieved because we cannot see what else from within ourselves we can retrieve. We begin to think - "there is nothing better in this world than what we have now. and we allow complacency to take reign and suffer the pain, of the wasted years when we settled for less, instead of giving more than our best. If only we believed there was more to achieve than the present fame which fades under the pressure of misguided vain.
Child of the Light
Child of the Light I am a child of the light that's lost its way and now I am trying to swim back to my source. No matter what I will not be swayed by the changing times. I will stand my ground fight ugly on this mound and get my light from where darkness abounds. I am a child of the light so I must shine bright for others too are lost and they must be found. They too must make it back to the place where there is no lack and happiness and laughter abound.
Courage Counts
Courage Counts Everyday to the grave go obscure great men and women. Weighed down by fear and timidity their greatness buried before their bones hit dirt. The shadows lament untried dreams and aborted first attempts. like a seed yet to germinate their potential lay asleep for more than half a century never to be woken with the kiss of consent. Paralysed by all the what ifs they never knew the joy to rise from the ashes. And so they remained as if they never were. And truly they and all they were remain frozen at a forgotten cliff.
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