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Time to Stop Running – Promote Yourself

 

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Time to stop running, take in what’s around you,
Breathe in my Spirit, fill your lungs with my breath,
Stop; close your eyes, feel my warmth in the sunlight,
Stop; clear your mind; stop, my child, stop.

Need to keep running Lord,
Too scared to stop.
Too scared to see You,
Too scared of Your call.
Too scared of what You want,
Too scared to listen;
Too scared of the hardship
Your way may mean.

Stop running scared – I have a better race for you;
Time to have courage – it is there within;
Time to be strong, stand up and be counted;
Too long have you run away; stop now, turn back.

I know it is hard my child – draw your strength from me,
Have faith in my promises, and yield to my plans.
Trust in my wisdom; trust – do not worry,
Through you – my miracle – I can make more.

Do not feel guilty, for my blood has freed you,
Cast off your chains and dismiss your doubts,
Cast off your fears and let go of regret;
Draw strength from old sadness; Grace lights a new path.

Learn from your failures – it’s never too late;
Hear me through others – I’ll bless you through friends;
Tune into My voice, it is always there guiding;
Stop; look and listen – give me all of your life.

Faith Unlocked

http://faithunlocked.wordpress.com/

For Dora Snow – Promote Yourself

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Midst the chill and chide of Christmas,
Near a hill where few men go,
Nigh the knoll where souls are lain, crushed,
There I searched for Dora Snow.
On a path that seemed unending,
Crossing springs that always flow,
Beside birches bent in blessing,
There I searched for Dora Snow.
In a valley rarely mentioned,
Trailing brush as undertow,
Nearly slain by rise of tension,
There I searched for Dora Snow.
Where the songbirds seek their shelter,
Singing verse just she would know,
Set near the scene so loved by her,
There I searched for Dora Snow.
In the mountain of her mourning,
Seeking all the sun bestows,
Chipmunks chattering in warning,
There I searched for Dora Snow.
Where her beauty clothes the winter
With her words, sown row by row
To the side of tender timber,
There I searched for Dora Snow.
Where the sunset razed Forever
With a sigh and with such glow
To wane even wintry weather,
There I searched for Dora Snow.

Eric M. Vogt
Copyright 2013

http://ericmvogt.wordpress.com/

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Caburé House / Nómade Architects, El Chaltén, Santa Cruz, Argentina.

xx,

Valentina

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Jack Frost

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The door was shut, as doors should be,
Before you went to bed last night;
Yet Jack Frost has got in, you see,
And left your window silver white.

He must have waited till you slept;
And not a single word he spoke,
But pencilled o’er the panes and crept
Away again before you woke.

And now you cannot see the hills
Nor fields that stretch beyond the lane;
But there are fairer things than these
His fingers traced on every pane.

Rocks and castles towering high;
Hills and dales, and streams and fields;
And knights in armor riding by,
With nodding plumes and shining shields.

And here are little boats, and there
Big ships with sails spread to the breeze;
And yonder, palm trees waving fair
On islands set in silver seas,

And butterflies with gauzy wings;
And herds of cows and flocks of sheep;
And fruit and flowers and all the things
You see when you are sound asleep.

For, creeping softly underneath
The door when all the lights are out,
Jack Frost takes every breath you breathe,
And knows the things you think about.

He paints them on the window-pane
In fairy lines with frozen steam;
And when you wake you see again
The lovely things you saw in dream.

Gabriel Setoun

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