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Francine Caitlyn Chye
a.k.a. Hurricaine Fran
a.k.a. Fran the PCD
a.k.a. the happy bunny :D
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040889 (August baby!)
Crescent, ACJC, hocker
xoxo
If it's meant to be, it'll be(:
"And sometimes good things fall apart
so better things can fall together"
don't think, just run
Friday, October 03, 2008
A Prayer
With tired eyes and a broken smile
he comes to You,
hesistant yet willing,
with sadness albeit that tinge of Joyfulness
just waiting for the chance to reveal itself.
Hold him near, dear to Your heart
as he crumbles tonight,
and those nights after nights he's alone.
Blood-stained raw flesh,
fragmented parts of hopes, of dreams,
of memories in the making.
Pray prayers with him, over him;
send soothing waves of tender
murmurings that can be only felt with eyes wide shut,
a window to the soul (or so they say)
He's cynical Lord,
Let him need You.
Only so that "he" may be replaced by "I", or "me", or any other pronoun which elicits comfort. Grasp tightly onto faith, You: the peace is brings isn't a mirage in Your desert, but Christmas lights welcoming in the Dawn of day.
Promise me You'll believe until I come home; I'll be home soon.
ex-oh, ex-oh
8:13 AM
