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The Biography of Eternal—the Tree Who Gave.

The Biography of Eternal—the Tree Who Gave. 1998, November 23 Today is my birthday. The earth feels damp, and a soft drizzle kisses my skin. I poke out of the soil—a fragile sprout. Everything is new and far too bright. A jolly cricket hops nearby, whistling cheerfully. I smile without knowing why. I don’t know who I am yet. Just a tiny green stick. My arms—leaves, I suppose—flutter when the wind passes. I am alone, but it doesn't feel lonely. The air smells of possibilities. 1999, March 14 Spring wakes me up. The frost that once numbed my sap is gone. I stretch upward, my first tiny branch growing proud. A butterfly lands on me today. Her wings were the colour of sun and flame. I think I fell in love for a moment. Is that possible? To fall in love with something you know you’ll never see again? 1999, September 2 A little girl comes running through the grass today. She’s barefoot, laughing, chasing dragonflies. Her name is Angel—I hear her mother call for her. She not...
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A Sunday Morning

  A Sunday Morning   A sweet fragrance of fellowship in the air Friends holding hands in worship Swaying to the music, praising God Families together in one accord Students gathered in one mind A lovely band with meaningful songs The pastor speaking on the greatest miracle   A once fervent follower of the bible Who for the past few years Spent my time at church checking On my phone every 5 minutes.   After a really long time Listening to god speaking through people. God’s presence is real It can be felt when, Your mind is open, heart is clear, And your spirit is ready to listen. “Speak Lord for your servant is listening”   For long, I swayed to the tune of the world Sometimes the waves were high, lighting me Other times the earth swallowed me And I was left among the rubbles. No order, discipline or purpose for long   With God, his leading and guidance, The disturbed troubled water is perfectly sti...
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Why do you need God?

Why do you need God? You are a ship. Built in the harbour with care.  At a certain stage, you are set for sail into the sea. You have a destination to reach. Your life is the voyage. Life at the sea is not easy The obstacles are numerous, and help is scarce. You need help, but whom can you rely on? Another Ship? The other ships have their resources to meet their own needs. I know who you should rely on  The maker of the skies, and the waters. He can harness the strong winds so that you sail with ease. He can direct the currents for you to sail towards the right destination.   I lift up my eyes to the Lord where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth. 
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Enjoy life at your own pace

  Enjoy life at your own pace Fast cars fast bikes Looks like they are on a race Travelling to another place And I’m cycling at my pace Slow but steady and definitely in my space Life is not a race So you shouldn’t make it look like a maze Tie up your lace Put on a happy face And enjoy the phase At your own pace  
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You are my Shell

  You are my Shell   You and I, we're walking through a street that's filled with lights that reflect the theme of the restaurants. It's a food Street and I'm surprised to find the place very unusual. Anything you ask, they’ve got it. The place is really clean and the road is quite small, full of flat stone tiles. There are lights in an arch above us Looking to my left there's a hotel. A girl says, “I need a sweet and cold witch hat.” And in a few seconds, a platter is ready with a long black upside-turned ice-cream cone on a large black currant ice cream scoop with sprinkles and toppings that resemble a scary, come live witch face I ask you to go see a nice place and settle and that I'll check this red-themed hotel and come. I walk forwards towards the shop. There is a white fat friendly-faced person who asks, “What do you want?” Behind him is a TV where the "Minute to win it" show is playing. I think for a minute. He looks at me. Then I hur...
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What is love?

  What is love? Love is an ocean; vast and limitless It has no borders, it has no outline  It is full of life, it is full of sustainability,  It is bottomless and has infinite levels On the surface, It looks appealing, calm, and glorious Its waves, swaying gracefully and pleasingly   Dip your finger in it and you will enjoy the chill tingle  Dip your hand and you’ll love the way it flows  It is the void, it is the missing piece That your unsolved puzzle of a heart needs  To complete the perfect picture    Go a little bit into the waters  And you will find it pulling you gently and deceivingly By its smooth tides   A whole adventure lies cruising ahead Gentle breezes, flowing above, touching the waters The waters jumping in a rhythm as an elegant ballerina   You are the captain, your partner is the ship Everything is perfect and in control, When there is harmony between the captain a...
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The Lone Blue Bird

  The Lone Blue Bird   Clear blue sky Tall great trees A few full of yellow blossoms The leaves moving To the rhythm of the breeze A lone bird high in the branches The forest is as quiet as night The bird hops from one branch to another Looking for company It gazes over the horizon Not to find a soul Looks like she’s an alien At her own home Can time change things Well we never know But for now It’s the lone blue bird
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