i wrote this in high school . . . i still like it . . . enjoy \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n
silence reigns, the heart is still
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but peace, far from everlasting, is ephemeral
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for eyes that see and hearts that hear
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for a soul so longing to render aid . . .<\/p>\n
watching . . .
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slowly withdrawing to an inner place
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far from the prying eyes and soundless talk
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inner contemplation seeks a guide
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to the suffering on the outside . . .<\/p>\n
yes, it is there
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no matter how much materialistic people deny it
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no matter if stone-covered hearts refuse to see it
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it is there<\/p>\n
in a neighbor–a listless smile
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a relative–a gloomy face
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a friend–the quietness that comes from the depths of a
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soul yearning for a love and peace that is always
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just one step away
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one horizon further
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one prayer ahead
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but that never reaches them and drives them to an even
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deeper despair
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than at first<\/p>\n
yet i pretend that all is well
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as my soul cries out for justice<\/p>\n
trapped by walls that have no boundaries
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save those set in my mind
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i wait
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and listen
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and watch<\/p>\n
while the sickness that spreads over our world
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corrupts and eats at the vitality of others
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like a cancer<\/p>\n
yes, there must be suffering . . .
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through it the world is being cleansed . . .
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yet, “why do the weary have to walk so far?”<\/p>\n
better yet, why doesn’t the mass of humanity respond?
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in the face of such suffering they turn their thoughts inward
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and forget their family<\/p>\n
because of selfishness, tinged with fear–
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of being themselves
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of baring their hearts
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of being hurt–
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they turn a blind eye and a deaf ear
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to the struggles of their friends<\/p>\n
a mask of contentment is worn for all to see
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people say “things are great–no problems here”<\/p>\n
yet inside, they are as dark as their companions
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who willingly show a distraught face . . .<\/p>\n
who is the stronger?<\/p>\n
and where is the aid that should be freely rendered
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as we bear each others’ burdens?<\/p>\n
why is it so hard to love?<\/p>\n
i look to Christ . . .
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i know my answer lies within, as
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Paraclete gives boundless wisdom
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as Healer heals, and Lover loves
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and Peacefulness yields his life for all
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yet why must we remain so ignorant?
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the suffering of one redeems us all, yet recognition . . .
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love is twisted
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faith destroyed
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hope, lessened until it is no longer . . .<\/p>\n
yet Christ
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he loves so much
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dying as he did of a broken heart
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a heart filled with all the pain that was
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that is
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that will be
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he cries out in the form of every single person who is hurting<\/p>\n
he stares at us every day, desperately seeking
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our aid . . .
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yet we beg off–
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too much work, not enough time
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“i come before you do–fix it yourself”
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the excuses are endless, the pain evergrowing
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by refusing to help a soul two are worse off
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i cry out to Justice, yet Justice, it seems, hears not<\/p>\n
but i forget . . .<\/p>\n
without Good Friday there is no Easter Sunday
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without a crown of thorns there is no crown of glory
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without dying there is no life<\/p>\n
dear God forgive me for doubting . . .
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“against You only have i sinned”
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for it is during our weakest moments
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it is during our trials and tribulations
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it is while our heart is in pieces
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shattered by the pain that assails us
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that we draw near to You
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that You enfold us in Your arms of love
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that You carry us
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that You let us feel the love You have for us
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it is then that we are most fit to love and be loved . . .
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i wrote this in high school . . . i still like it . . . enjoy \ud83d\ude42 silence reigns,<\/p>\n