so conveniently, out in the rain…

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the life of my already...

sometimes we stand off-stage - silent in the shadows. waiting for the applause to quiet. anxious for our moment. what if the words we say contradict our intention? if misunderstood, how can we erase the indiscretion? what if - instead of allowing opportunity for exposure - we chose to exit the auditorium - withdraw our monologue from the arena of consideration?
reluctance affirms behavior of diminished trust. to suppose confrontation with presumed disinterest merely solidifies the sin of assumption. what will it matter - in the end - who disagreed? if what we seek as punctuation for our journey is the commonality of acceptance - then why begin? as one created in the image of such a flawless creator, how can we entertain thoughts of inadequacy? surely the standards implied by a society lacking even a hint of morality serve only to strengthen our purpose - ignite the fire of our intent.
how amazing - this faith. to own license of confidence in the promise of forever. regardless the temporary distraction - hurdles of shouldn't, and couldn't, and can't...


"I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well." {Psalm 139:14 KJV}

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of water-colors and rain

unable to feel – fulfilled.

unable to – feel…

precariously balanced between what – is,

and what could be.

clinging to the threads of hope,

praying for – recompense!

where did it go – my reason?

i held it – oh so tight –

but my footing failed,

and i slid much too quickly,

into unsure – vast sea,

unmeasured depth,

of doubt…

how rudiment –

the concept –

what is – is,

yet what can be – most often,

is not…

my prayer – today;

if i’m asleep,

this life – a dream –

please wake me!

for there are things more frightening

than tigers,

and bears…

oh – how easily your smile succumbs to my pain –

water-color compassion,

left ,

so conveniently,

out in the rain…