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Rest by MwsR
Let your soul find peace.
Set your mind at ease.
Free yourself from guilt and shame
Rest in God almighty’s name.
Follow not this world’s view.
But awake and start with God’s; it will renew.
Reach for the one who gives you love
Soar through life just like a dove.
In him alone you’ll never want again.
If in his will you doth attend.
It’s written in his word how to live
It’s in his forgiveness you learn to give.
His light will guide you when clouds turn gray.
Just walk with him and don’t turn away.

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In Turn

The deepest depths are unfathomable

Only if you’ve never been there.

Treasured moments are not treasured

If you did not make them.

The hardest woes are not hard

When you have never felt them.

Storms are mighty

For the ones who have experienced their power.

Separations are devastating

Especially if you have been torn apart.

Being scared in a wilderness

Happens when you are genuinely lost.

Huge expectations are unrealistic

When you have nothing to offer.

Existence is a status you are in

Whether you want it or not.

Making the most of things

Matters to those who have so little.

Change is a choice

When there are little to no choices left.

Writing can be an outlet

For those who wish to express themselves.

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Wrecked by MwsR

Let me not forget

Life before the accident

May my spirit heal from the bruises

As my body is

Hoping in tomorrow

I try not to dwell

Trying to count my blessings

Because there are so many.

When my spirit wants to sink

I pray my head will make me think

That in all this chaos came something else

A will to survive,

A place of gratitude

A humble experience.

Some pain, like I have never known

Some uncomfortable times,

A few un-glamorous moments

Chances though, to witness,

To spread encouragement

By showing my life, I might help another

Life can always get worse,

Life can also get better.

It is in how we look at things

How we deal with life and all it brings

Also in how we conduct ourselves

That can make a huge impact on the rest of our lives.

Huge for not only us but sometimes others too.

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When and Where People, by MwsR

When newness starts
Stagnate leaves
When hope abides
People will believe.
Limitless is the imagination
On this planet we live
Where love abides
People start to give.
Forward hoping to make the change
In a desperate world
When survival kicks in
People start acting strange.
Everyone looking at tragedy
Right before their very eyes
Where compassion comes in
People stop thinking just about their “me”.
If simple was the life we were meant to have or possess
The difficult would have no divine purpose
When it gets hard
People to grow and tend to think of themselves less.
Let’s all take a second or two,
Take time to reflect
Where the mind is over matter
People will shine true.

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Nonchalant Things, By MwsR

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Going in a door, going out

Walking in the garden and about

Sitting down in a chair with ease

Doing whatever you please

Dusting, mopping, cleaning, and such

Not that you ever wanted to that much

Sitting on the front porch chair

Fighting the sunny sunshine glare

Bending down to tie your shoes

Without the help of someone helping you

Walking in a room with ease

Being able to not hurt when you sneeze

These nonchalant things do matter.

Especially when you are trapped in a wheelchair.

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Dad, my first guy, by MwsR

Pictures are all I have
They are like a wound with a little salve.
You are and always will be
The very core part of me.
I know you existed I see and hear about it all.
I just wish you were still here for me to call.
Often you are in my head
I find myself thinking of you while looking ahead.
If one little wish I was able to make
It might be to see you, you know before the ache.
Dads are more than a name we give,
They are the ones that teach us how to grow and live.
I never got to have that with you
I often think about what if and it makes me blue.
Others get to call up their dads and talk
Some get to spend time with them and go for walks
I get to ponder and wonder a lot
About what I have and what I do not.
It is not your fault I am sure you would have stayed
But that wasn’t how it all got played.
Taken too soon from this earth and your family
The ones who loved you and made you happy.
I guess some things never come to be
Like my wish for you to have known me.
Or maybe just to spend the day talking to you
And carrying on about the days that we went through.
It’s a good thing memories come around
Because that’s all some have when their hearts start to frown.
Dad, I know if you knew me
You’d see a lot of you inside of me, probably.
You would have also known how much you meant to me…you know why,
After all, you were my first guy.

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Extreme By MwsR

Everything is necessary
When nothing is a choice.
Don’t ever stop listening to that “inside voice”.
Possibilities are just chances we have not taken
They keep up rising
Instead of staying broken.
When you have just a little faith
A little hope in your soul
That is when you can just take off and go.
Everything has a season
A season to change and correct
An opportunity, have you taken yours yet?
Trying is hard when you see no end
But let me tell you it will no doubt come, my friend.
It is difficult sometimes, more than we feel we can stand.
Trust in a process
Things don’t change overnight
That is why we search for more than we might.
We need to examine how life went so wrong
We need to carry in our hearts hope, faith, and love.
These are blessings and give us each, enough.
Extreme is not necessary when you try
In taking little steps forward,
You can eventually tell bad times, goodbye.
Extreme may simply be
You believe in something greater
Something greater, than you or me.
Something you cannot see but can feel
The overwhelming desire or passion
That surrounds your heart and soul
The extreme that makes you go.

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Silence by MwsR Writings

Is there such a thing as peace?
Will this burden ever release?

So many things cannot be undone
Like looking at the “mountain” wanting to run.

Things that used to mean something are being replaced
Even the smile that was carried around on the face.

Sometimes hurt can overwhelm us
It can make a prisoner and create a stirring fuss.

It can take away our light and our joy
Things that used to bring something suddenly don’t anymore.

When a person’s heart has been hurt and created a scar
IT is always there even when it doesn’t hurt so bad, and never far.

As if silence could be still a heart
Then time would join its hand
Nothing could wound us
Nothing would reside …

Try to find some silence for your heart
It will not diminish the pain, but it’s a start.

Help yourself, be kind to you
You don’t come with a blueprint in blue.

Peace is not always attainable
Burdens can be many and manageable.

Silence might simply be closure…
Closure to whatever creates a burden or more.

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