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Positive OutlooksYeah, we get it,
You're upset and lonely,
You're alone and forsaken.
Yeah, we get it,
Your life is over,
You have no purpose anymore.
Please, listen to reason!
You're upset and lonely,
But you still have your friends.
Hear what we say!
Your life ain't over,
You're still just as beautiful as you were before.
You're so very loved,
You have the most amazing support
You have a caring family.
And caring friends.
Smile and be happy,
Even though people hurt you, you'll overcome the grief
Think about what you now have,
Not what you've lost,
Because now you have freedom.
Signs of LoveThe hand waves in its gentle grace,
A smile creeps up upon a face.
A nodding head changes other's frowns,
From piercing cries to graceful sounds.
The wave cries out 'We'll meet again',
The nod acknowledges a faithful friend.
The hand falls down along the side,
The nodding slows and the loving died.
Returning home; arms open wide,
Gathers in and tries to hide.
From pain and fear, death and destruction,
A mother's heart; fortification.
A smile creeps upon a face,
Pain disappears without a trace.
Body language mimicked by another,
Keen to love and gain trust with the other.
Hands begin to sweat and swelter,
One runs to find safety and shelter.
Signs to show that love is nigh,
You're in love; float in the sky.
The hand waves hellos and goodbyes,
The nod greets and the smile lies.
The arms welcome and the hands love,
Signs for men from God above.
Cold DarknessWe fought the winds, the rain; the bitter ice,
Every moment a shallow march further into the unknown.
The blizzard winds whipped strongly at our faces,
And tore our clothes from our bodies to the wind.
'Hold your own!' Our leader cried out,
Pacing slowly towards our destination.
We followed behind, starved, cold and tired,
Constantly fighting the urge to lie down and be done.
Men, women and children trudged unknowingly forward,
Through days and nights of frozen hell.
Not one spoke a word, for fear held them back,
That the cold darkness would climb inside their souls for warmth.
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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