redemption? atonement? salvation? pardon?

Each one that is listed in the title fascinates me. Such rich words with deep definitions.



But as for you, you meant evil against me; but God meant it for good, in order to bring it about as it is this day, to save many people alive.

"For I know what I have planned for you," says the Lord. "I have plans to prosper you, not to harm you. I have plans to give you a future filled with hope."

for our new president

This is what pops into my brain when thinking of what our new president faces:

"on you will go
though the weather be foul
On you will go
though your enemies prowl
On you will go
though the Hakken-Kraks howl
Onward up many
a frightening creek,
though your arms may get sore
and your sneakers may leak.

On and on you will hike
and I know you'll hike far
and face up to your problems
whatever they are.

You'll get mixed up, of course,
as you already know.
You'll get mixed up
with many strange birds as you go.
So be sure when you step.
Step with care and great tact
and remember that Life's
a Great Balancing Act.
Just never forget to be dexterous and deft.
And never mix up your right foot with your left."

S'io ti vedess' una sol volte il giorno
Content one stari a tutta la sera

As iron sharpens iron, so one man sharpens another.

...explanation of sorts...

What words can be assigned to you? Words cannot cover the scope of who you are and what you are becoming. Words dare not make their sorry attempt at describing something that is so beyond the weakness of phonetic sound and structure. Words, if used, would be an embarrassment; so feeble in their ability to depict the essence of you that I would never think to employ them. My reverence and gratitude and elation for your mere presence takes more space and requires more aptitude than any verbal description could ever attempt. I can't even fathom applying them to what my heart feels when you touch me. Words fall so short of describing what your pure adoration creates within me. They couldn't come close to making anyone in the world understand what it means to be graced with your ardor.

I know you desire my words. There is nothing I wouldn't give you, but I cannot give you what does not exist. There are no words. I hope this is acceptable.

on longing to be longing...

When I see you the World stops. It stops and all that exists for me is you and my eyes staring at you. There's nothing else. No noise, no other people, no thoughts or worries, no yesterday, no tomorrow. The world just stops, and it is a beautiful place, and there is only you. Just you, and my eyes staring at you.

When you're gone, the World starts again, and I don't like it as much. I can live in it, but I don't like it. i just walk around in it and wait to see you again and wait for it to stop again. I love it when it stops. It's the best fucking thing I've ever known or ever felt......

ode to my conscience and chronic lackthereof...

By day she woos me, soft, exceeding fair:
But all night as the moon so changeth she;
Loathsome and foul with hideous leprosy,
And subtle serpents gliding in her hair.
By day she woos me to the outer air,
Ripe fruits, sweet flowers, and full satiety:
But thro' the night a beast she grins at me,
A very monster void of love and prayer.
By day she stands a lie: by night she stands
In all the naked horror of the truth,
With pushing horns and clawed and clutching hands.
Is this a friend indeed that I should sell
My soul to her, give her my life and youth,
Till my feet, cloven too, take hold on hell?

Just thinking about summer.

first friend now first crush

Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly flow the days
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers
Blossoming even as we gaze