These words of advise as written by Saint Francis de Sales that one should not loose courage have lifted my heavy heart in the moments of despair that would otherwise be void of knowing when the last breath would feel welcome.
What seizes me, what is left of me, wonders what assists you to not loose courage?
At times, I am not sure what more to do. What more to listen for. What more to take in besides "it" .
Words often bring a weariness. They seem worn out.
I love silence. I live for the hour when society is sleeping. I then come to this place and each and every word silently, embraces.
Your words are not idle chit chat.
They are life. They are you , as love lives.
I receive oxygen, I take a deep breath and I want to hold each and everyone of you in the most decent way, out of respect.
It may not be me that the embrace is intended for, but, I can lift my eyes to the promise land , for I , am amongst the promise, that has fullfilled many a life.
What does it feel like to live and love as you are?
I promise to listen more, and hopefully, someday, not be in the difficulty.
I want to share more, and not dissapoint and live in a land where fullfillment is the canvas of invitation to your uniqueness.
A moment of your time, is valued.
A moment timed and then valued, is yours as you uniquely translate and then evaluate why you do not loose courage.
What seizes me, what is left of me, wonders what assists you to not loose courage?
At times, I am not sure what more to do. What more to listen for. What more to take in besides "it" .
Words often bring a weariness. They seem worn out.
I love silence. I live for the hour when society is sleeping. I then come to this place and each and every word silently, embraces.
Your words are not idle chit chat.
They are life. They are you , as love lives.
I receive oxygen, I take a deep breath and I want to hold each and everyone of you in the most decent way, out of respect.
It may not be me that the embrace is intended for, but, I can lift my eyes to the promise land , for I , am amongst the promise, that has fullfilled many a life.
What does it feel like to live and love as you are?
I promise to listen more, and hopefully, someday, not be in the difficulty.
I want to share more, and not dissapoint and live in a land where fullfillment is the canvas of invitation to your uniqueness.
A moment of your time, is valued.
A moment timed and then valued, is yours as you uniquely translate and then evaluate why you do not loose courage.
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