Thursday, September 9, 2010

From up here

From up here, I can see clearly
I understand so much more
I can see the uneven and unseen
From up here, I let it all go

From up here, I can feel it
I know why it all happens
I hear the cries like the wind
From up here, I take it in

From up here, I can be OK
I get it like I should
I feel the fear like a blanket
From up here, I am safe


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1 comments:

  1. homeless....for a long time I was homeless....living on the streets...feeling worthless....alone....begging just to fill that emptiness inside....mostly the empty hole in my soul. Then He touched me....made the difference....I live with so much gratitude. I like what you're doing here. ☺

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Hello

It does not matter that my name is Hank, I am the homeless man you see walking to the meal that has no reservation.
My coat is all I have but it carries many necessities for this journey.
Makes no difference I made a living wearing a suit, I was not born on the street. My life twisted into a direction without a map or exit sign.
I do not shave but I try to keep as clean as possible, I do not look at people anymore, they do not exist to me here. I am the homeless man with no name; they turn their heads and carry on. I will not let them exist to me anymore. This is all I have, no more questions, no more tears, just the journey to nowhere.
Forgotten? Maybe!
Alive? Yes! Here I am God, waiting for the purpose of this journey.
I only exist to myself, so here I walk to the meal with no reservation... alone.

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