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Thy Will

In the realm of now we surrender to thoughts of, I have more seconds in a life jargon, a simplistic reassurance not governed by any season’s time              
The fate of mankind is not determined by the clock, destiny foreshadows on the Creator’s chimes              
From the womb to the cradle, we walk, we talk, then wallow in the valley of the shadow of death            
Asunder of spirit as the soul slowly dies              
In our earthly existence, we learn to love, give, and each day we try            
Receive, the rejoice unto thy Kingdom            
As a camel granting immorality through a needle of salvation’s eye      
              
The last eulogized words of our life rejoiced when read          
Fallen tears of a lost presence have all been shed              
The remembrance of our sunrise and sunset etched in stone now rests over her heads              
Is how love residing in our hearts, honor in our minds            
Whispered last breaths from living to non-living, we’re consoled              
In the cathedral of humanity, the liberation of our genetic code already foretold              
As we are born, we learn to never give up, and in silence of pain, we soothe our soul when we cry          
     
Plans made in advance to soar beyond the stars in the sky              
Do you ever question the merit of why you’re here              
Your earthy aura with a limited amount of good cheer          
Suffer little children to come unto me, you shall have not fear            
Scared to live, afraid in life to try          
Once we come into the knowledge, we question our creation with numerous whys      
                    
The comic’s benediction preceding the mystique composed in reawakening at best      
Needing, wanting the cause of beautiful immortality’s rejuvenation, once eyes no longer flutter, the tabernacle of our life flashing, welcoming our ascending journey unto internal rest              
Heaven hath no fury like a sinful scorn              
Baptism to get peace out of life, dipped in water to be reborn      
                    
What if this is our afterlife jubilation as our feet roams the bed of this earth              
The galaxy kissed by the brevity of light, from God’s existence in spiritual rebirth              
Hands of detriments has casted Mother Nature’s beauty, the sacredness of her giving, blood seeping in the soil, bodies lying in the calamity of wars, now to man, a catastrophe curse                
Only man can make the promise to humanity to bring his own conscious to doom              
We give of ourselves in the rite of divine passage outside the temple of the womb          
Yet, we fall by the wayside of thy free will, the Ten Commandments, minds still denying the Creator’s son’s resurrection, forgiveness to heart still denounced, once he rose from that tomb                  
Once you close your eyes repentance has expired, no more breaths of secular life required      
      
Therefore, faith of your soul you must now let, the sins of the forefathers has been dealt              
What you see here is all you will ever get, darkness and silence are the only enlighten your soul has met              
Are the elements to live a good live worth it, conditioned to take life’s agony hits, turn the other cheek, survive all society’s stinging licks            
You must ask self, two roads the intellect must travel Heaven or Hell        
In this life we accept the comfort of glory, greed, lust, envy, gluttony, wraith, sloth, which dominion you internal rest one could never tell      
            
Pardon the amendment of my tongue, however, in truth my thoughts tend to mentally run            
Therefore, in the beliefs of the Holy Trinity many still have questions about one’s divinity            
Live and have faith, to give praise to your existence from the festering dusk that hinders the progress of your embodiment’s identity            
The butterfly effect is the veil of life to bring order to chaos          
May your flight be not in winter as you keep your eyes open          
Look beyond your eyes, and may the stars guide your mind to become awoken        
     
      
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Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Author's Note
Pre-Marathon Weigh In today... how does the running coach weigh more than her running group she is training, I must lose only one pound, my BMI is fabulous, otherwise height/ weight normal. Still undecided if I want to run this year.. hum.. isn't that why I became a running coach.. I will keep you abreast.

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