How can I describe, the look in Your eyes, full of a wisdom, I do not understand.
The unpredictable life, springing from a fountain, of what seems like, an eternal youth, can only be seen, through Your eyes.
I read the words, You have written down, and try to wrap my mind, ever so carefully around it, but it feels so pointless, because I do not possess, the divine wisdom, that You have.
So, all I can do is trust You, and take Your hand, because You are the only one, who know the best steps, to get me into the promised land.
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I look at you, and wonder who you are. What drives you, motivates you, and makes you who you are? I see your eyes, filled with stories, yet untold. I read about, you feelings, stored in places, where they cannot, be found. I see you, the good, the bad, and the beautiful – I see your soul, unafraid, and bold, and yet, so unexplainably, fragile.
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I sang in the quiet hours of the morning thinking nobody could hear me but you heard me long before I sang one word I did not think about you listening I only allowed the melody of my joyful heart to come out but you heard every single word every note and every melody and embraced it with your heart and right now at this moment I feel so grateful for that!
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Take the lemons, out of your eyes. Let the tears fall, surrender your heart, and learn to smile, through the pain, through the grief, and through the fear. Eat the lemons, make lemonade, lemon pie, or lemon meringue. Learn to dance, on a rainy day, with your sunglasses, on your face. Sing songs, from the heart, breathing air, into your lungs, knowing that lemons, are simply a beginning, and not the end. It is time, to eat the lemons, straight from your hands!
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I see you, with a piece of chocolate, between your teeth, and a cup of coffee, in your hand – Confidence is knowing who you are. It is knowing, whose you are. The freedom of being, without worrying, what other people think. You are getting there. And my love, it is the most beautiful thing!
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An autumn rain of yellow leaves, celebrates the season in my soul, and waits for winter to come. I look up at the clouds in the sky, where one lost butterfly passes by. I reach out my hand to Heaven, trying to grasp the hand of God, as in the painting of Michelangelo, but in my case with clothes on. Words can come in many ways, like arrows that pierce your soul, or an uplifting consolation, that makes you happy, but the words of God are both. Two in one, they pierce my soul, and fill my heart with indescribable joy. I wish, I could explain what it is like, to hold the hand of God, but it is an experience to be discovered. It is an adventure to be lived, that can only be felt, by the one brave enough to face Him. My heart pierces with love, and my gratitude rises up like smoke, from a burnt offering I made, in the heart of the Lord’s Temple. The feeling of my bare feet walking, on the golden, glass floor of Heaven,leading me to God’s throne, is an indescribable joy, that still fills my heart and makes it whole. I wish, I could tell you what it’s like, but you have to discover it for yourself, and I challenge you to give it a go. Allow God to walk into your life, so, you can walk into Heaven, with a pure heart and a clear mind, to learn about the love, only God can show.
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You are only young once! something you only realize, when you are old enough to understand, there is no going back. Tears mix with laughter, as memories flood my mind, presenting themselves like photographs, yellow and almost falling apart. Time has gone by so fast, and only now, I wish, I could turn it back. People have come and gone. I would give the world, to see them one more time! On my grandfather’s knee, or next to my dad eating nectarines, while having a picknick on the grass. I would give everything to see, my mom laugh one more time! The essence of gratitude, is knowing that once a memory is made, it never really comes back.
Written by: Gineke van Keulen Written today: 20 July 2024
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