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The poet guyTaxi Driver
In the city's embrace, as night unfolds,I through streets where stories are told.A guiding presence, a traveler's friend,With open ears, my humble jo...
The poet guyA Note from my Father
In the realm of connection, dear one,Our bond goes beyond words spoken or done.For in the silence, a presence I'll be,Forever here, companion for the...
The poet guyHis will not our own
In the depths of doubt, when faith seems to w,Remember His thoughts higher, His ways not in vain.For in our finite minds, we may stumble and stray,Bu...
All profits go to God’s kingdom, in His glory, Amen
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In realms unseen, where angels dwell,
Amidst the heavens, a story to tell.
A tale of grace, both flawed and true,
An angel's struggle, a halo askew.
Behold, a halo, once pristine and bright,
Bent and twisted, lost in celestial light.
For in this angel's heart, a fracture bred,
A battle fought, where doubt was spread.
With wings that yearned for ethereal flight,
This angel stumbled through the darkest night.
Haunted by whispers, both cruel and cold,
Questioning worth, feeling lost and old.
Yet in the bend, a beauty did reside,
A uniqueness that the heavens couldn't hide.
For what is perfect, but a sterile mold,
A flawed creation, stories left untold?
Through trials deep, this bent halo found,
A purpose true, its mission unbound.
To comfort souls, whose spirits were torn,
To show compassion, where love was born.
It sparkled still, though shattered and marred,
A beacon of hope, where sincerity tarred.
For in its imperfections, it shone so bright,
Guiding lost hearts towards hope's pure light.
And so it stood, a symbol of grace,
Of redemption found in a broken space.
A reminder to all, that in every soul,
A halo may bend, but still play its role.
So let us not judge, the crooked and worn,
For they too possess a love, still unworn.
A bent halo's beauty, a lesson profound,
In embracing the flaws, true beauty is found.
#Poems
In realms unseen, where angels dwell,
Amidst the heavens, a story to tell.
A tale of grace, both flawed and true,
An angel's struggle, a halo askew.
Behold, a halo, once pristine and bright,
Bent and twisted, lost in celestial light.
For in this angel's heart, a fracture bred,
A battle fought, where doubt was spread.
With wings that yearned for ethereal flight,
This angel stumbled through the darkest night.
Haunted by whispers, both cruel and cold,
Questioning worth, feeling lost and old.
Yet in the bend, a beauty did reside,
A uniqueness that the heavens couldn't hide.
For what is perfect, but a sterile mold,
A flawed creation, stories left untold?
Through trials deep, this bent halo found,
A purpose true, its mission unbound.
To comfort souls, whose spirits were torn,
To show compassion, where love was born.
It sparkled still, though shattered and marred,
A beacon of hope, where sincerity tarred.
For in its imperfections, it shone so bright,
Guiding lost hearts towards hope's pure light.
And so it stood, a symbol of grace,
Of redemption found in a broken space.
A reminder to all, that in every soul,
A halo may bend, but still play its role.
So let us not judge, the crooked and worn,
For they too possess a love, still unworn.
A bent halo's beauty, a lesson profound,
In embracing the flaws, true beauty is found.
#Poems
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