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The Chronicles of Cancer

There are days we forget and let the ocean breeze take over

There are moments we remember, like the haze of October

We can ride our bikes all day long but we won’t ever escape

The change that it’s made in our life’s landscape

What was once uncharted mountains and glorious skies

Turned colder and darker – sometimes the sun didn’t rise

The rolling hills sunk and the soft willows wept

Hard pelts of rain crashed and our hearts quickly leapt

Echoes of fear washed over our flesh

In chilling triumphs, putting comfort to death

The fight was short and completely dreadful

Leaving as much faith to fill a measly hand full

Weaker in strength but stronger in will

The battle forfeited, it could not kill

Low in moral but high on life

The second time around we’ll do right

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The Loss

I was once your flower and now I’m a weed
Clogging creativity and making you bleed
Stunting your growth and pulling you away
From life you love and where you want to stay
I’m sorry my love, I never wanted any of this
I wanted nothing but you, your touch, your kiss
I’m asking for too much, over and over
I’m no longer your flower, not even a clover
Just a tumble weed who’s lost its way
Brittle and broken, and gone astray

You were never my friend, I wanted you to be
I molded you into the person for me
I took your plans and made them mine
I thought that we’d always be just fine
You exhausted yourself changing for me
Weathered, you tried, but lost being free
I clipped your wings and you couldn’t fly
You tried, I cried and we kept asking why
I always wanted you, I even sacrificed me
You did the same, we never felt free
Our dedication to one another
Caused our own lives to suffer
We wanted to mend it, to hold it together
To find ways to ignore it or make it better
Allowing it to grow more and quickly spread
Is what fills me up with absolute dread
Is it benign or is it malicious?
Can we recover with just a few stitches?

I won’t ever give up, I keep searching for ways
To recover and build clarity from all the haze
Next time I’m sad, I won’t let you know
I’ll hold it inside, and hope it won’t grow
I’ll tend to it like a hopeless garden
I won’t quench it’s thirst, I’ll let it harden
It won’t grow any roots, I’ll starve it to death
I won’t feed it at all, it’ll never take a breath

 

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A Simple Truth

He is Greater than any fear

He is closer than anyone else near

He delights in you and wants your best

He watches over you while you rest

He is strong yet sweet

He knows no defeat

He provides warmth and comfort from the cold

He provides a shield in battle for the bold

He is beyond your reach, yet within your soul

He’s the other half of you that makes you whole

He is what guides you in moments of unknown

He is always there, you’re never alone

 

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He Whispers to Me

He whispers to me, “you’re not alone”

I’m here with you, in me you have a home

A dwelling that’s safe and always secure

A protection from weathering, that’ll always endure

You’ve always had the keys, just walk inside

Come back to me girl, my door is open wide

I’ve been waiting for you, I’ll never leave

I’m here for you, you can cry on my sleeve

There there my girl, your tears are safe with me

We’re together now, all that’s left is for you to just be

No need for words or explanation

I know you fully, I’ve always been your strong foundation

I gave you freedom to reach the edge

You’ve been walking so far out on the ledge

Is it worth it my child? What’s on the other side?

Do you like the world that awaits, or do you want to hide?

Your choice, it’s all yours you see

Do you want more and more, or do you just want me?

 

 

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Day 3 Devotional: Don’t Quit

Well, I promised to write a devotion a day, no matter how I felt, starting in April 2015. It’s no surprise that my lofty idea quickly lost momentum, and I only posted two daily devotionals. Ah, shucks.

I am notorious for starting projects without ever finishing them. I joke that I have ADD, mostly because I’m serious. It’s really difficult for me to keep focused on anything in life.

So, instead of promising specific dates and times, I wanted to pick up where I left off. I’m not sure how many daily devotionals I’ll write up, but here’s Day 3 for you.

Day 3 Devotional: Don’t Quit

Wednesday, September 21st

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Such a simple phrase, yet holds so much power.

Don’t Quit. 

Whether you’re in a job that is hard to wake up for, you’re in losing a battle to a nasty illness, or you’re knee deep in an addiction, I pray that you don’t give up.

You may take twenty steps forward, just to take one huge, giant leap backwards. But please, don’t quit.

I pray now for encouragement.

Holy Spirit, you are light. You are newness. You are comfort and peace. I pray that our eyes would be opened wide to see MORE of you today, and less of our failure. May your presence and peace engulf us in a warm embrace. May we feel connected to your fruit of peace, patience, kindness and endurance. Help us to know, we are SAFE to endure this day. This season of life. Help us to stand firm in faith, and in the present moment. And give us courage to keep going, to just get through this day. With your power and your holy help.

Amen.

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Match.com is Shocked by this Guy’s Crazy “About Me” Intro

So, I may be a little biased, because I think my brother is the coolest guy in the world. But I think you’ll end up in my same biased boat after you surf through this amazing piece of writing he composed.

My brother’s friend (anonymous) is a great guy. He has wanted to meet a great girl for quite awhile. So, he decided to join Match.com. But the infamous “about me” intro wouldn’t write itself. He took a stab at it, but it wasn’t quite right. It was just like all the other intros out there: trying to use catchy words to describe himself, somehow trying to sum up his awesomeness in just a few sentences.

Enter: brother.

Please read on to find the most interesing, crazy, unconventional Match.com profile intro ever written. (At least I think so.)

What the friend first wrote:

Insert cool profile intro here.

What my brother wrote:

When I was a small boy I became lost in the pines.  I went hunting for snails, skipping along a disheveled rock path away from the safety and warmth of my campsite.  In my youthful haste, I stumbled over a rotted log shaped like Italy (or maybe Argentina, I do not have great memory for log shapes any more these days).  This country-shaped log exaggerated my youthful forward momentum and dashed me headlong against the stones.  I could not bring my hands up quick enough.  The blood was instantaneous.  Where was it coming from?  It did not matter, all was grey, then black…

I awoke in an eyrie.  Mother, as I came to know her, was looking at me mawkishly.  I am certain, as I reflect back on things, that she thought I would die before I learned to fly.  But she did not give up on me.  Mother was an eagle.  Not in the figurative sense.  She picked me off the rocks like so much dead carrion, but when she saw I still had life in me she took me as her own.  Her strange featherless boy.  The years passed.  I will spare you the details.  My brothers and sisters grew large and took to the heavens.  I remained in the nest.  I was sure I would die on that cliff face, 1400 meters above wherever.  Mother became ill.  She could no longer forage for grubs and field mice.  I became emaciated and withered alongside Mother.  I awoke one morning with the wind blowing a gale unlike any before (the wind on that cliff always blew, was my constant friend, telling me stories and laughing as it tore through the cliff scrub and rock crags).  The wind spoke to me again that day.  It said “you must take flight, your Mother is dying, and you must take flight.”  I looked to Mother and saw she was crying.  I stood up and placed my foot over the edge of the nest onto the lip of the cliff, I took a deep breath, then another, tilted my head heavenward to feel the brilliant sun on my face, spread my arms, and leapt…     

And then I flew to Reno, and I’d really like to meet a nice girl so I hope you are her.  Let’s fly together, huh?  Sounds like fun.

What do you think? Would you date a guy with this story as his profile intro? 🙂