I don’t have the strength to carry
I’ll walk beside, stride and leap
I’ve been up this way before
and I know the path is steep
If the darkness overwhelms you
take comfort in One and all
who are ready here to steady you
and would hate to see you fall.
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The higher up the mountain, the more treacherous the path.
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I have no words for how I feel
about you
but for the primitive sound
that leaves my lips
akin to the agony and beauty
of new birth
a life fearfully and wonderfully lived
Can penetrate the fragile fortress
which guards the hearts of those
not yet known to thee.
You are my best friend
I cared for you before we even met
All the unspeakable things
I held out to account
When we pull others up
Out of the mud
It is surely to be flown at us
I wore it well enough
All for Him
and you.
Image source: Chrystal, Rocks and Gemstones: beautiful things found in the dirt.
Love is not measured
in leaps and bounds
in a halfway house
nor on common ground
but the vastness that lies
between He and we
is incomprehensible
as between
You and me
The vastness above and under the sea won’t sever our unity.
My dreams never betrayed me
It was the daytime that I fought
Erasing words I did not say
Discarding others’ thoughts
You know a hand could never hope
to live without their arm
An arm never fights
without a hand to disarm
I dampened end of fingers
extinguished the ill-lit wick
But faith and hope lit another flame
Its scent won’t make us sick.
I know you must despise it
All my words and songs and stares
Like bitter herbs, resent the taste
But brings us heavenly wares.
you owe me nothing
All that I gave was of
Mine own volition
Without condition
No returns
Proclaim free
I’m sorry
for the harsh feeling
I harboured
against you
only those
who mean so much
are capable of causing
so much grief.
I wish you
Rest & Peace.
Image source: Sunderland Echo
We fight fiercely
We sacrifice earnestly
But never surrender
For our friends
Amicitiae nostrae memoriam spero sempiternam fore – Cicero
“I hope that the memory of our friendship will be everlasting.”
Mother hen, sibling, friend
Her eyes light up each morning
at little mouths yawning
They look for her, seek her out
She dries their tears, wipes their mouth
A tender big heart resides in slender body
Delights in her sister’s song
Her brother’s clumsy sentence long
Never alone, day or night
They all fill up the pew
They wrestle and yell, argue and fight
Longing as soon one departs the room
Their blood lines run deep, our kinship are few
Big brothers and lovers are all I knew
I myself, born too late
Still such love I can relate
Kindred spirit born anew.
By John White, Double U Poet
Count the stars of heaven 