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“To me, every hour of the day and night is an unspeakably perfect miracle.” – Walt Whitman

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ONE MORE DAY…

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I’ve been told that “it’s the little things, that make the biggest difference.”

So I thought and sought after the council found in remembrance.

I saw the ‘after Failure!’

The stumbling block one tumbles into.

A Rut cut from repeated actions…

Habits!

Life patterns which are shaped by repeated thinking-

viewing this portrait incomplete,

A Failure.

Falling Short…

Continually missing the Mark-

These thoughts repeat-

“IMAGINATION IS SLEEP’

‘OPEN YOUR EYE’S…”

See it from a lesson point of view repeated until this new thought is in the mind’s eye,

Sculptured.

Set erect.

A statue shaped by a Perspective made new.

Made to consume the fuel of Success found in this changed mindset.

Realizing it’s all how you see it🤔

Triumph or Tragedy sadly I’ve seen them both.

Learning, growing, becoming,

Truth…

It’s a Miracle after all this pandering a New Day is granted.

Class begins again…

#UNSTOPPABLEDREAMER

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What will you give..?

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A Question is wrestling in my mind.

Questioning the cost of Time…

Looking at those who’ve come before,

While Gazing on the Here & Now.

I think of the guidance given by mentors, the carvers of this Me.

They still press me-

Exciting the overcomer within.

Let the Games Begin!😁

I scream,

“I give EVERYTHING too Win..!”

I stand in the raging winds of my testing until I apprehend the faith my hopes are shaped in ’till then I’ll continue in my…

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Storm Chasen
by Edward Taylor III

Stance firm in the midst of distracting life storms perfecting faith through the trials I face storm raging but it can’t erase the foundation, or whom my promise is based in, so I look towards the on coming clouds of intimidation realizing the strength with-in as I face them. I peruse my breakthrough found in the eye of this tempest no rest in this, I press until I enter. A child becoming Son, a being overcoming everything contrary, this storm has perfected me to a place known as ‘Fearless’ all the overcomer’s feel this, we persist with urgency ’till we all see that they see Kingdom coming, Son’s of God running domains putting to use the treasures gained from the pouring rain, Let us Reign rescuing creation from the hand of the cruel, we duel ’till victory we see drawing our weapons, swords of the Spirit swing as we decree this freedom the blind couldn’t see. So though the waves may rise my eyes remain focused on the prize captured at the end of this trial. Now a more precious then gold faith unfolds, a product of the storms that opposed… I smile as they pass under Me….