How can you conjure so many philosophical poems when the heart exists?
It belongs to God now, that chance I couldn’t miss.
I speak to you
People I know, and people that I don’t,
I love and wish you all the best
Where there is peace in the heart, from the point God knew what to do with you best.
Stay with the light
Stay with the sun,
Even if it’s raining, no shouting required
Only the Father who created you is to be admired.
Here is the sun
Here is the rain,
Here are the seasons we endure, embrace or find challenging within
The gift of poems (and love) are the sounds that prevalently ring.
Jason
19th February 2025
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