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love

Whenever I cry at the absence of love. I go to my backyard and sit on the swing. The same swing that my father loves. I look around and see tall trees, All stand tall as the evidence that there was love and care and nourishment. I see my neighborhood couple sitting on the bench, Her head resting on his shoulder as they talk about their days. I see clothes hanging, Woven with threads of love. I sit there with full belly because my mother cooked with so much. I am full because she made sure I ate enough of my favorite food. I wear my mother's ring and my father's t-shirt and my brother's bracelet. Everything reminds me of love. I am here because my ancestors loved and protected. I was born because of love. I was born to love. I was born to be loved. There was love before me. There will be love after me. There is love everywhere. River flows, birds chirp, Morning comes, people work, in the evening Sky is painted with pastels, Birds return to their nests. At nightfall there are streetlights, There is science because of love. People create for love; People create for the people they love. There is something like soulmates because there is love. There are best friends to love. People grow forests, walk across countries, find cures, cook, sing, dance, die, birth, weave, grow, heal, break All because of love. All for love. If only I were great enough to write a poetry on love, But love is poetry in its very existence.

" HERE"

I feel defeated and tired as I sit on the swing in my backyard in the dark.

Around me, are these tall trees and small plants,Very little stars in the sky,No moon in my sight.As if everything has an agreement of fatigue

.Flute playing from my phone makes me smile a little,Thinking that someone dedicated so much of their time and effort and love into this artwork.How they poured their heart and soul is just evident.

Chirping of cricket confronts me calmly,As if asking my well being.

Wind bustling through leaves,Flowing through my hair;Like a hand of assurance on my shoulder

.Squeaking of insects and croaking of birds tell me everything is going to be okay.

I will be okay, maybe not now, maybe tomorrow.I knew I was going to be okay.Everybody agreed.

Even regulus in the sky.Even though it seems lonely and soft.

But I am here.

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Why should we read the Bible?

1. Know God's will (Ps 119:105)

2. Grow in faith (Rom 10:17)

3. Receive instruction (2 Tim 3:16)

4. Receive correction (2 Tim 3:16)

5. Find comfort (Rom 15:4)

6. Find encouragement (Rom 15:4)

7. Share it with others (1 Pet 3:15)

8. Equip ourselves (2 Tim 3:16–17)

9. Overcome temptation (Ps. 119:11)

— Dustin Benge

I only have you.

Take care of yourself for me. I take care of myself for you.

You must be an angel since you care for flowers.

It takes time.

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Love comes to the door asking for nothing in return. That's how it functions. But the world will knock your door, or may even impolitely bang the door, or may even outrageously break in and see what it can get from you and may even be audacious to sell you off. Don't trade your soul for a paltry gain. You'll recognise in an instance if the one standing by the door is pure love or just another phoney seeking to gain out of you...

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