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Shattered glass littered the floor and crunched under my footsteps. I felt tears escape from my eyes as I wandered about my home. Tattered curtains hung limply from the rods like battle flags left on the field. The couch was in shreds and I felt stuffing squeeze out of the large rips and pool onto the floor in lumpy puddles. I scooted them under the couch with my toe and sighed. I gulped hearing soft footsteps followed by a low growl. I shook my head and stood balling my fists. I did not want to see the kitchen which was no doubt an absolute wreck of shattered coffee mugs and plates among a wasteland of packaged and canned goods. I shuffled numbly through the hall and into the bathroom. I resisted yet another sigh as my eyes beheld the terror of my bathroom. <br />
The shower curtain lay strewn across the scarred tile in shreds. The mirror above the porcelain vanity was broken into many shards that barely clung to each other. Soap, shampoo, and conditioner splattered across the walls in a dizzying array of patterns. I stumbled out feeling the numbness sink deeper into my soul. I slowly walked into my bedroom and sank to my knees amid the wreckage. Torn pillows laid across my bed like ransacked bodies. My covers and curtains were literal ribbons draped across the now grooved hardwood floors. I ran my hand over my dresser and clutched a cracked picture frame of me and my ex best friend. I tossed it onto the bed and inhaled deeply. Smoke filled my nostrils and I choked. I slowly picked my way through my room and saw smoke drift up from across the bed. I hopped across the bed and leaned over snatching the cigarette from its mouth. It snarled whirling around quickly. Its large green eyes shone in the eery light making me pause slightly. Then I stuck the cigarette into my mouth and inhaled deeply. It tried to swipe it back but I held up my hand. <br />
"I deserve this more than you, Don't you think?" <br />
It cocked its head and I heard its claw scraped across the side of the bed as it rose. I beheld its form with familiar disgust and almost spat out my cigarettte. Its black matted fur glistened with blood and it slightly retracted its claws. It sniffed the smoky air, its pink nose wiggling and its whiskers shifting. <br />
"What is it now?" I asked irritatedly. <br />
"You know who it is." It snarled. <br />
I walked out of the room cigarette in hand and made my way back into the livingroom. Seeing the wreckage again made my heart lurch. Tears welled in my eyes but I held them back. No use crying over the inevitable. I sat back down on my couch and rested my chin in my hands. I wanted to stop my hands from trembling, but I knew there was no point. He'd see right through me and know what had transpired. I hung my head letting shame fall over my shoulders like a familiar cloak. I took a puff of my cigarette and gritted my teeth. Three knocks sounded on the door and I tossed the cigarette into a cup that had somehow survived the carnage. <br />
"It's not locked." I whispered.<br />
The door opened and a man entered. He wore a simple button up shirt with red and white plaid and a pair of tan pants. His brown eyes snapped around the room and his thick brows furrowed. He had dark brown hair and a close cut beard. He looked at me sadly and I saw a tear fall. He nodded once and walked into the kitchen grabbing the broom. He swept up the broken glass and ceramic and all the trash. He picked up the curtains and laid them aside. Then he picked the piles of stuffing and put them in his pocket. I watched him uncertain if I should help or not. I usually just made it a bigger mess. He made his way through every room and did the same routine. I followed him into the bedroom knowing there'd be no way to hide it from him. He entered and I saw him frown at the smell of smoke. A clawed hand lifted a smoking cigarette slightly above the bed. <br />
"Care to join us Father?" It asked acidicly. <br />
The man worked his jaw and slowly strode over to where it sat crosslegged and smiling letting its fangs glint in the light seeping through the shattered windows. <br />
"I'm not going to ask why. I'm not going to ask what caused it. I do want to know when it will stop." The man said strongly. <br />
It took a puff and tapped its chin. <br />
"Hmmm...Hard question Father. I'll get back to you on that, or better yet ask him. He's the one in control right?" <br />
I ran my hands through my hair and sighed. My breathing shuddered and I felt sobs boil on my chest I held my breath. <br />
It smirked shaking its head disparingly. <br />
"I'm sorry." I whimpered. "It's so hard, but I know I should be better than that. I tried but he got too strong so fast. I couldn't stop him." <br />
"I know It's hard for you. I know you've wanted me to banish him from your home but I will not. You'll be much stronger if I don't." <br />
I tried to still my shaking hands. <br />
"But It's been years!" I cried letting the tears stream down my face. "Every time I think I can control it, that I've won; something comes along and wears out his bonds. I don't know what else to do. It's so fast and strong. It can smother me in a second or strangle me over a period of months. There's no use because no matter how hard I try, he always beats me." <br />
The man nodded slowly and squeezed my hand in his. I saw the sorrow and love mingling in the depths of his eyes and I knew he was right. I was done. I didn't even have to call him up this time like I did the times before. He knew I was ready to quit. <br />
"All this time you've tried carrying your burden up a high craggy mountain by yourself. I can help you. I don't just have to clean up the mess. I can prevent it from getting that far. You know this but always resist it." <br />
"It's not fair. Why should you worry about my problems? You shouldn't have to help me. Plenty of others have done it by themselves." <br />
"That may be true, but you have a different monster. Theirs are as equally destructive but yours has lived here for a long time unnoticed by you or anyone else. I knew and I gave you a will strong to defeat it, but it strangled your will because you are also soft hearted. And this made it harder to control." <br />
I nodded. <br />
"If you would like, I'll stay here and help you when it gets too strong." <br />
I nodded again. It growled softly. <br />
"Name your monster and declare its power void. That's the first step like I've told you before." <br />
"Every time I do that it gets deeper. I'm giving it validity." <br />
"It is valid. But it is now in the light and can be defeated because you admit its existence. Not doing so allows it to hide in the shadows." <br />
I sighed trying to stop the terror in my veins. <br />
"Depression you are void." I stated simply. <br />
The man nodded and motioned for me to do it louder. It stood up and extended its claws. I could hear the yowl in the back of its throat and tensed. <br />
"Depression you are void. Anxiety you are void. Hopelessness you are void. Fear you are void." I called walking into the kitchen. <br />
I heard it hissing. The man held up a hand. Other shapes slithered from the cabinets and slid out the broken windows. They didn't need as much commanding as the primary monster. I went into the bedroom and yelled, "Loneliness you are void!" <br />
A shadow seeped from the closet and wailed as it slid out the window. I turned around and realized I could take a deep breath. My shoulders didn't ache as much. <br />
"Ahem, did you miss me?" It asked. <br />
I felt anger rush through me and I screamed. I smacked it in the face and punched it in the sides. It was his fault. He was why I was lonely. Why I was hopeless and anxious. He'd been in my house since I'd owned it but no more! <br />
The man gripped my shoulders and whispered in my ear, "Anger does give you strength but it leaves you weak." <br />
"I'm sorry." <br />
"I forgive you." <br />
The monster balled its fists letting its claws dig into its paws. It glared at me menacingly. It dared me to call it out again. The man nodded clenching his jaw. He squeezed my shoulder reassuringly. I took a deep breath walking shakily towards the door. With a trembling hand, I opened it and let it swing wide. I could see the sunlight glinting off the oak tree outside. It growled low. I suppressed a shudder.<br />
"When I am gone, you will be nothing but a hollow shell."<br />
"That's how I feel regardless." I replied hoarsely.<br />
I sucked a quick breath and released it slowly through my nose. I wondered how I could live without this monster since we'd been together for so long, but I knew it had to be infinitely better. If not, this was pointless. The man looked me in the eye as I breathed. I knew I was on the edge of a cliff and peering over it into the misty oblivion below.<br />
"Depression you are void."<br />
It yowled lunging at me with its ferocious claws. The man grabbed it by the neck and shoved it aside.<br />
"You heard me." I replied evenly jutting my jaw for emphasis.<br />
It hissed once long and loud. Then it spat at the man's feet. It walked outside the door eyeing me up and down.<br />
"I'll be back." It snarled lifting its lip to reveal its glistening fangs.<br />
"We'll be ready." I answered grabbing the man's hand for support.<br />
He smiled at me, approval shining in his deep brown eyes. It stalked off into the woods roaring a challenge. I turned to the man and held him tightly. My tears soaked his shirt while he rubbed my back.<br />
"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." I whispered over and over quaking in relief.<br />
He pulled me back and looked me square in the eye.<br />
"Do you want me to teach you how to keep it away now?"<br />
I nodded. Warmth settled inside me like the sun encroaching on a beach the morning after a storm. Hope glimmered in my soul again.<br />
"Where do I start?" I asked feeling a smile tug at my lips.<br />
"First, we need to clean the house." he replied chuckling as he handed me a broom.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03555657015938609844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871621988575360932.post-57247895479985814842018-12-19T07:37:00.001-08:002018-12-19T07:38:02.499-08:00The Monotony of Days<p dir="ltr"> We tell ourselves that it will change</p>
<p dir="ltr">The clock will tick another way</p>
<p dir="ltr">Will change its ever sounding chime</p>
<p dir="ltr">But we know it never does</p>
<p dir="ltr">It always stays the same.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Fools march through the darkness</p>
<p dir="ltr">Will nothing but a meager flame</p>
<p dir="ltr">To ward off the encroaching wave</p>
<p dir="ltr">We know it is a feeble game</p>
<p dir="ltr">Yet still we play. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Chains clank against our thighs </p>
<p dir="ltr">As we walk through the murky mire</p>
<p dir="ltr">We say we’re free</p>
<p dir="ltr">Why do we lie? </p>
<p dir="ltr">Nothing will ever change.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Our sighs and groans lift to heavens </p>
<p dir="ltr">A cry above raises our eyes</p>
<p dir="ltr">We see an owl fly overhead</p>
<p dir="ltr">We bow in misery. </p>
<p dir="ltr">We stifle our cries and bite our tongues</p>
<p dir="ltr">Who can say whether we've really won?</p>
<p dir="ltr">The owl is free in the stars above.</p>
<p dir="ltr">We know we cannot be. </p>
<p dir="ltr">But a howl in the darkness reminds us</p>
<p dir="ltr">Awakens the inner tragedy</p>
<p dir="ltr">At the sliver of the moon </p>
<p dir="ltr">It wails raises its bushy tail</p>
<p dir="ltr">Its soul cries out in doom and fail</p>
<p dir="ltr">Wrapped in lonely.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Silently we trudge on</p>
<p dir="ltr">To the ever closing dawn</p>
<p dir="ltr">The one that will be our victory song</p>
<p dir="ltr">When will it be?<br></p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03555657015938609844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871621988575360932.post-7868574925307455152018-05-15T16:26:00.002-07:002018-05-15T16:26:43.777-07:00The Long Awaited Darkness<br />
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It creeps around the edges of our consciousness<br />
It vies for our attention and jostles our mind<br />
They have waited for centuries for it to rise<br />
And slowly it surrounds us.<br />
It suffocates our peace and stirs up strife<br />
It crushes our joy and raises despair<br />
They want to hide in its safety<br />
Let its welcoming arms envelope them<br />
So they can do their ill deeds in relativity. <br />
Who can say what is what in the darkness?<br />
Who can say I am right and you are wrong?<br />
Who can discern shadow from shadow?<br />
Only light will show what is true and what is not.<br />
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Tiny white flames dot the ebony landscape with their burning<br />
Shining on them and their deeds<br />
They surround the flames and smother some<br />
But they can never snuff them all.<br />
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Though the flames grow smaller in number they never dim<br />
They think they won but they can't see<br />
The rising white tide under the surface so<br />
They collect their ill fated works<br />
And smile in the long awaited darkness. <br />
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03555657015938609844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871621988575360932.post-81682747100139965842018-01-26T15:42:00.001-08:002018-01-26T15:42:54.989-08:00Entropy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Times;"> They are sucked in never to be found.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times;"> We pull and try to fight it but there's nothing we can do. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times;"> We hope to reach the bottom tilting and sloshing but there is only emptiness</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times;"> The roar and strain is almost to much to bear, but what else can we do?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times;"> We pull on our brothers and sisters trying to get away but we are all caught in this</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times;"> It is always hungry and gets hungrier still till there is nothing left but<i> It</i>. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times;"> The end of the war that's been waging since the dawn of time.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> Things said</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> Things unsaid</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> Chase me</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> Haunt me</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> Everywhere I turn I see them</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> Hiding their faces</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> Or screaming in fury</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> Stalking me waiting for me to slip</span></div>
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I'd never been out of the flesh<br />
I cut my teeth on sonic frequencies<br />
And I'm not proud I must confess<br />
Of my regenerating abilities.<br />
But everybody's like gold fleet, cybermen mutations<br />
Daleks yell exterminate! Run from the shadows<br />
We don't care we have a guy with fluffy hair.<br />
But everybody's like Silence, weeping angels freaky<br />
Quantum locks, don't blink, Run away basically<br />
Sonic screwdriver's getting tweaky<br />
But we don't care. He'll solve it when we get there.<br />
He's our Time Lord (Time Lord)<br />
Run when he gets scared<br />
That kinda flux just ain't for us<br />
We crave a different kind of fuss<br />
Let us fix your time warp (time warp)<br />
And save the galaxies.<br />
And baby, we'll pull, we'll pull<br />
The fabric back on sanity. <br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03555657015938609844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871621988575360932.post-8221163953919143632017-02-18T13:08:00.000-08:002017-02-18T13:08:03.662-08:00Nataraja <span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><br />
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Sparks fly from your hands as you twirl<br />
Flames flash from your eyes<br />
Every twist and turn sends fire spiraling higher into the heavens<br />
As you dance wrapped in smoke<br />
But you are not dark. <br />
Passion radiates from you with every flawless step<br />
You move to rhythm of your beating heart<br />
While I stand numb and downcast. <br />
Darkness envelopes me like a shroud<br />
I cannot the hear the rhythm of your dance<br />
With fear and doubt whispering in my ears<br />
Clinging to me like besotted lovers.<br />
I want the sparks to fly<br />
I want to melt away my fear<br />
Sear my doubt<br />
Reignite the passion that barely smolders inside. <br />
Teach my stumbling feet the steps they once knew<br />
Take my arms wrapped around me and lift them up<br />
Let me hear the rhythm of your heart so I can dance again.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03555657015938609844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871621988575360932.post-2422636174968311092016-05-08T20:12:00.000-07:002016-05-08T20:12:24.499-07:00Coming soon...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hiking through the woods wasn't supposed to pit him against the forest...<br />
A simple game shouldn't have set him against his sister...<br />
Twisting wires shouldn't have set him against his very self...<br />
Hayden's dream come true wasn't supposed to turn into chaos...<br />
But whats written in blood can't be undone.<br />
He'll have to play well...<br />
For in the GameHouse, he'll only have one.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03555657015938609844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871621988575360932.post-23532383487085090902016-02-12T12:09:00.001-08:002016-02-12T12:09:24.656-08:00To My Dearest Colonel Brandon<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: times, times new roman, serif;"> <i>My Dearest Brandon,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: times, times new roman, serif;"><i><br /></i></span>
<span style="font-family: times, times new roman, serif;"><i> How long have I loved you? I could not dare say. Perhaps from our first meeting at Barton Park when I saw a spark of interest in your eye? When you gave me the piece to play and then a book of poetry? I know it from when you saved me from my folly in the storm and your concern for my welfare when we were visiting the Palmers. Your steadfast loyalty has proven your love more thoroughly than if you'd stood up and proclaimed it to the world. I am forever grateful for your patience with my youthful passions when other men would have simply walked away in shame. I adore you for your kindness which radiates from your eyes, deep as the sea and dark as a winter's night. Your smile, which still retains its passion even in memory, brightens and warms my soul more than any fire as I await your return my Love. You will return to find me in good spirits and bearing the most wonderful news concerning my sister Mrs. Ferras . I believe you already have a notion my dear husband but pray let me tell you. Little Georgiania misses you almost as terribly as I do and waits at the window in your study watching for you atop your great black steed. She's begun dancing in her own little way when I play and her lessons on the pianoforte are coming along most excellently. Mrs. Smith visited us and her son Fredrick is a smart young boy and a good playmate . I must also say that Mrs. Smith is a most charming woman and I am glad to have her friendship. </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: times, times new roman, serif;"><i> I miss you my Adonis and have prepared a lovely picnic for you when you return from your trip. I have also written a poem for your pleasure as well. Little Georgiania sends her love. Heaven keep you my Love. </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: times, times new roman, serif;"><i> </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: times, times new roman, serif;"><i> Forever and Most Affectionately Yours,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: times, times new roman, serif;"><i> Marianne Brandon </i></span></div>
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03555657015938609844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871621988575360932.post-56483188950244105582015-12-21T16:32:00.001-08:002015-12-21T16:32:50.139-08:00Wolf <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"> Through misted hills you roam,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times;"> Your howls echo through my heart.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times;"> Tears slide down my cheeks.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times;"> Why won't you listen?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times;"> I see your pain</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times;"> My hands reach out</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times;"> To touch your side and</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times;"> Stop the blood flow.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times;"> But your eyes flash in fury</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times;"> Your fangs glint in torchlight.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times;"> Though you've bitten me twice</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times;"> And my hands shake in terror</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times;"> I will beseech you through</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times;"> The moaning winds that call your name</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times;"> The sun warming your back</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times;"> Waterfalls echoing your grief.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times;"> I pray you call on the One Who names the stars</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times;"> And calms the storms</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times;"> To soothe your tormented soul.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times;"> Let Him in.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times;"> Let His balm cover your wounds</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times;"> My tears are offerings</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times;"> For your release.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times;"> I will not hinder you.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times;"> Run my wild one.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times;"> The Hound of Heaven</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times;"> Seeks you</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times;"> He is never far behind.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times;"> His footsteps will guide</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times;"> You through the thorns</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times;"> To streams of solace</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times;"> To rivers of joy</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times;"> To glens of peace</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times;"> To forests of strength.</span></div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03555657015938609844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871621988575360932.post-58333175954614026412015-12-20T17:16:00.000-08:002015-12-20T17:16:45.060-08:00Welcome!<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Hello and welcome to Sanctagon a haven of peace and restoration in a trying world. If you're wondering about the name of this blog it comes from the splicing of the Latin word <i>Sanctos</i> and the Greek <i>Agon </i>which means "Holy Struggle". Philippians 3:13 states, "Brothers, I do not consider myself yet to taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus." I hope this blog encourages and inspires you to keep fighting the good fight of faith.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times;"> One way I hope to encourage and inspire you is by writing stories, poems, and musings. Please join me as we cross worlds, time, and maybe even... space? :) I hope you enjoy them and find comfort in His Presence. God bless and keep you always.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03555657015938609844noreply@blogger.com2