When the sun awakes,
gold meets every face.
When the sun blushes,
a symphony of smiles appears.
When the sun speaks,
our eyes stir and enliven dreams.
When the sun hides,
we only search for the corner of his smile again.
When the sun rubs his sleepy eyes,
we stand speechless.
His painted array crowns the skies.
And when the sun lays down his head,
we feel the draft of darkness.
We meet the disconcerting chill of nightfall,
But then the moon awakes.
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Love comes from God. Let us love one another deeply. Intentionally. Tirelessly.
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I am but a fickle heart longing to be fearless.
What pride can a man have if he gives up fighting before the moment it kills him? With every breath we have, we must never relent, or we are doomed to fail. We will get tired, we will feel agonizing pain, and we may come to the brink of death, but doesn't that make the conquest so much more satisfying? A triumph worth coming to the brink of death for is certainly worth dying for.
--Spencer Perez
--Spencer Perez
- Lydia Karstin
- Chattanooga, TN
- "I would rather be what God chose to make me than the most glorious creature that I could think of. For to have been thought about, born in God's thought, and then made by God, is the dearest, grandest and most precious thing in all thinking." --George MacDonald
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