By: S. W. Clark

I liken my dreams to a filarial wonder
sucking life's hope, what gruesome plunder.
Revealing to me what I could be
but ending it with lonesome reality.

I liken my heart to a pitiless sore
wanting of love and feeling for more.
Trying to be carelessly free
but bound by a hateful society.

Iiken my faith to a heartfelt dream
a marvelous cross my guide it would seem.
The marvel, a wonder,
the cross, a sore
but alas Hell's shame if I pray not for.

I liken my life as a battle inside
living a dream in hearty stride
but faith, my Heaven, is driving away
this heart with it's dreams so God will stay.

Take me dear God,
let me lay
on your Throne by your heart
and in faith
dream away.

S. W. Clark

Daily Quote: "In the sweet territory of silence we touch the mystery. It’s the place of reflection and contemplation, and it’s the place where we can connect with the deep knowing, to the deep wisdom way."
-- Angeles Arrien

Linguist Corner-SPANISH: tapete/ noun /tablecloth; rug
-Tenemos un tapete de encaje precioso.
We have a beautiful lace tablecloth.
-sobre los tapete persas
on the Persian rugs

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