"Rejoice, O young man, in your youth,

And let your heart cheer you in the days of your youth.

Walk in the ways(*impulses) of your heart,

And in the sight of your eyes;

God will bring you into judgment.

Therefore, remove sorrow (*vexation) from your heart,

Ad put away evil from your flesh,

For childhood and youth(*prime of life) are vanity(*but a breath of air)
Ecc.11:9



"Look to the rock from which you were hewn

And to the hole of the pit from which you were dug"

John 48:6
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"The Lord will comfort all her waste places;

He will make her wilderness like Eden"

Isiah 51

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it is hard to defy what was attached to me eighteen years, the knowledge to follow intuitions and the individual self, mind. But there is a greater calling born before those eighteen years and a greater Spirit to follow, Him.

They say to live life is to live by the day, to take advantage of life before death claims its right. But to really live is to die, a death that is beyond the usual connotations of death, a death that is truly rebirth. A sacrifice of life for life.

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once in a while, you can place yourself outside your eyes and watch your pupils

dilate.

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just wondering if i am the only one wondering a thought that came upon me when only oxygen stood between us.

How about when two shades of brown meets to become four?

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Choice

by gnafinel



the usual gray of day,

otherwise melancholy,

has sparked a say,

in words of usual folly



"where was once, a clear day,

no longer passes as a trolley

but rests peacefully as a cloud in May"



For one who saw measures of gray sees now proof of what is more than two shades

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i know i can without a doubt believe what i believe to be the truth.

how insincerity intertwines with months of grappling the root

of all that is abrupt, shallow , mundane, must be the key

to overcome and triumph with lines of sweet sly smiles and soot


ahh poetry releases the condemption too bitter to reclaim

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"This is the Blessed Life--not anxious to see far in front, nor careful about the next step, not eager to choose the path, nor weighted with the heavy responsibilities of the future, but quietly following behind the Shepherd, one step at a time."

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