The Love of God - Eli Eli

Walking down a crowded street,
There’s heartache all around;
The tears I cannot see,
Are hidden by a smile, by anger, by dreams.

One little girl, one of millions,
Lost and alone.
All those she trusted
Have turned her innocence into
The nightmare she now lives.

An outcast far from home 
Her dreams stolen
By those she called her own.
Scorned by all and loved by none,
Her heart is dying,
Broken inside.

A lover rejected, tossed aside -
Heart is broken, bleeding.
The pieces of shattered trust
Gathered slowly
To build a wall to hide behind.

Down every street,
And in every home,
Hearts are aching and
Dreams are breaking.
This world is so very cold,
Leaving fear in pain’s wake.

My heart is heavy,
Holding the weight of
Death and suffering.
How do you bear it, Father?
To see lives falling apart?
To watch hope fade
In hands of cruelty?

My child, you see but a piece.
I see tomorrow through today.
I see already heaven,
Even while every tear now is wept.
As you see yesterday, I see forever.

I weep with the broken,
But hope is not lost.

I will bring justice;
I will right every wrong;
I will heal every heart;
I will mend every wound.

I see tomorrow,
So trust me through today.
Let me wrap my arms around you;
Let me wipe away your tears;
Let my hope replace your fears.

Not one sigh has escaped my ear;
Not one tear have I not caught.
I see the boy alone in darkness,
And I am even now shining a light.

I know the name of the girl
Stolen from her home,
And I am even now, calling her to me.
I weep with the woman
Who’s been left alone,
And my arms are holding her still.

I have watched the wanderings of the man
Whose hope is gone with the fading of dreams,
And even now I comfort and guide him.

I created the beginning
And I know the end.
Rest my child, all will be well.
Someday the darkness will be overtaken
By my radiant and glorious light.
But for now take heart -
For I AM.

—Kimberly Staples

Omar Suleiman

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taken a summer or two ago at one of my favorite places on earth, The Water Front on the Washington State side

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Martin Luther King, Jr.

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C. S. Lewis

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Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing - Mumford & Sons

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Innocent child and snow-white flower!
Well are ye paired in your opening hour.
Thus should the pure and the lovely meet,
Stainless with stainless, and sweet with sweet.

White as those leaves, just blown apart,
Are the folds of thy own young heart;
Guilty passion and cankering care
Never have left their traces there.

Artless one! though thou gazest now
O’er the white blossom with earnest brow,
Soon will it tire thy childish eye;
Fair as it is, thou wilt throw it by.

Throw it aside in thy weary hour,
Throw to the ground the fair white flower;
Yet, as thy tender years depart,
Keep that white and innocent heart.

—William Cullen Bryant

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taken many, many years ago (in the summer of ‘04 or ‘05) on my first little point & shoot

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Jack Kerouac

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