Thursday, December 22, 2011

The Girl



I want a story of redemption. Of death, brought to life.
I want this for you.

"For he was dead, and is alive; he was lost, and is found."

I want this for you. So much. Your life is precious and beautiful. You are so much more than what you feel. You are joyful, friendly, full of life. 
Beautiful, beautiful life.

You will find out who your true friends are. You will see how fragile you are. You will see how strong you are, too. 
But I hope you bypass numbness.
I hope you bypass deep pain.

I want a story of redemption. Of death, brought to life.....

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

It's gonna be Wild

And in the stillness of the winter night I hear Him. Beckoning softly, tenderly:


Come away with me, Come away with me
It's never too late, it's not too late
It's not too late for you


I have a plan for you
I have a plan for you
It's gonna be wild
It's gonna be great
It's gonna be full of me

Open up your heart and let me in

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Recycled Love

So this is love.
But is it real? This rose-coloured love doesn't really happen, right? This is happily ever after fiction, not how people really act.
How could someone love so much? When nothing is promised them in return?
Is it a secret or a deception? Do they believe in this love they convey? Surely not. But their words disprove me, their eyes implore me. This love IS real. 
From where do they receive this love? How can a love be passed on? From something invisible to my eye. This recycled love would be too pure, too whole, too much.
Oh no, this love cannot come from this earth. All this earth produces is pain and people who cause it.
So by what entity is this love derived from? It is more than outward feelings, this clenches the depth of my being. All of me is consumed.
Could this feeling last? Dare I trust it? Dare I not? 
My heart beckons me forward, my feet step just an inch. My hand involuntarily stretches before me. 
I will trust. 
I will trust again. 
For this, I will.
And I feel it, I can feel! This moment onward I feel what is not pain. It is not void, nor is it shallow.
I am swept away in awe.
I am never turning back.
AMAZING LOVE, how can it be?