Ode to Love

Tension running high Though I could hardly feel it Just glad you were there Thanks for helping paint I appreciate your help And joining my dream Almost got to spoon Though narratives conspired To keep us apart Calls at 4am Your house suddenly quite full All quite suspicious  Glad for what I got Though a bit over the top If I am honest Still I don't fault you And I hope you don't fault me I was half mindless The rest excited Just for having you around As I always am Come back again soon We still didn't get to spoon And talk of our days

The Sheep's Blessing required The Packet of The Lamb, which was a compressed version of The Daughter Tree, a Tree of Life. Folded correctly, the packet will fit,  without overflow or lack.  Rest->Paced Action->Rest The Packet will be en|folded and stored behind the seals for The Lamb, alongside.

"Adamantium Phoenix Form!" "And then??"   "The Starry Night will tell."

Faith is yet unmoved  Wisdom whispers her wisdom Look for fireworks

Asingle snowflake Found in the midst of blizzards  Demands a Bouquet "It's never been done!" Presents its pride with passion Echoing ahead 

What is a man when he is at rest?

So it seems we have reunited, oneself and The Night of Mysterious Objects. When every object speaks forth, and has a story to tell. Hall by hall they are arranged, down each hall all will be told. They whisper that they wish to speak and then sing when given half a chance, if only they had the movement to dance! For now we will approach as has been given, with a conversation or two struck up with an end table or stove, over the course of the night, until it ends too soon. 

We met on the hill I sensed it took some effort For you to get there I'll not grow tired Of the moment you snuggle Getting close to me Can we stay like this? Spooning like this all night long? Time running its course? I barely recall Any of the rest of it Outside of your warmth Was there narrative? Someone else interfering? Recede with the tide But you stay right here We challenge those who'd stop us They have not the right We talk of our dreams As if not even in one Just spending our time I remembered you Upon finally waking Your form next to mine

My little maelstrom Causing a hurricane force From just out of sight The building will hold Template of Mario Kart Reinforcing walls  Inside are some fans I never thought I'd see them Those who love my work The book was a shirt I wanted to read it off  But ran out of time I wish I'd seen you Did I, and I just forgot? A storm just outside Hearing out the storm It is nothing new for me Raging and waiting I could spend the day Reading off my book to you From shirt or from page My Hope aligned here Lingering on edge of sleep To see you again

Ashlia had left her cards at home that night. This wasn't about playing games, but activating superpowers- gifts of The Holy Spirit. There was one signature tell tale way to do it, but she wasn't going to reveal that just yet. They had just gotten there and snacks were standard fare.  She was working on a tangle of knot. Pulling from the vertices, an arrangement inspired her to say "Yes!" combined with a lemon bar's zest.

It may be that ignoring the worst 8th of one's experience is the best that one can expect. Then, as paradise expresses, it will be 1/64th. This will be an exponentiation, like a bubble.

"Your life has been exceptionally hard and you are exceptional. We will not lose sight of that- or give you more than you can bear- and neither should you. You had a traumatic experience recently; you have been healing. All that needs to will be forgiven, find beauty and joy in all that doesn't need forgiveness."

I asked for a sign And found a sign presented Just after the time In the space between When it is still accepted Though a bit less clear So I take the course Unsure if it's the right one God, I hope it is My hope is message Changes with this next go 'round Explaining the last Bringing back my hope Renewing the narrative It's in your power Wheat brought back to life The almond blossom blooming As if from nothing I am in your hands Please, LORD, do not forsake me Please stand by my side Reveal the beauty That these endeavors once held On this final trip

Metamorphosis First do no harm fireworks Then we will be one These days have been hard Yes, unbelievably hard We will be worth it A storm is coming It is inevitable There's a switch to flip Ushering in new  We keep finding a way through How could this be stopped?

Not remembering In this way we are the same Searching silent shorea Seeking out our fame  Unwrapping as if the gift Legends yet unseen I'm gonna stay cool Laying under the sunlight 'Neath the summer sun What do we look like? Keeping here our stoic pose? Out on the corner We wage with the worst I had never considered The weight that was worth The long winding road Beared for me a lesser mark Than seeing you through Automatic smile I love keeping that power  Right when you wake up Once we have a chance Let us all throw a petal For honor held here