Maybe I’m bad at spelling But the idea Of loose faith Is something ever so Appealing Dropping the leash Let go of the reigns Open my hands and Let faith free From my grasp It goes where it wants And flies to the sky To find nothing And everything As it should I didn’t lose my faith Just let it loose It found the way A path To return home
Category: philosophy
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loose faith
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abyss
I leapt into an abyss it swallowed me whole and the dark was just too deep to see falling took away my sense of direction the hole was just part and what I missed was not what I thought but what I felt when I hit the bottom and collapsed there was only up But I couldn’t see the sky
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good measure
You can’t measure a person by their character by their faith by their stature the way they express themselves the good they do for others You can’t measure a person by their honesty by their goodness by their giving the level of hope they have the amount of grief they’ve endured You can’t measure a person by their friends by their grudges by their money the love of family in their heart the moments they missed The only good measure for anyone is how much you’ll miss them when they’re gone
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st. paddy’s
“Kiss me, I’m Irish, it’s lucky you know”, Is not something I’d normally say. Though it is funny and almost all true, My Grandma Gaghagen would not approve, Except on Saint Patrick’s Day. So kiss me, I’m Irish and lucky to be, We can wish all our problems away. Let’s open Kilbeggan and lift up our glasses, We’ll toast all the Irish ‘til we fall on our arses. Sláinte! It’s Saint Patrick’s Day!
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winter solstice
The whole day is a similar length But sunlight is the shortest today A near full moon softens the night ‘til the sun can break through the fray Love, my friend, always has strength But at times the darkness holds sway A warm smile can bring needed light To a soul that is weak and afraid Though the day is much shorter than night As this solstice of winter makes way In the night we embrace in our hearts May we find the love that we crave
