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god's_lap
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I imagined
God
he's golden and warm
and he says, "child,
you held all that to your self?
Oh, you poor baby,
It's ok, it's ok, come here,"
he holds out his arms
and i go to him
i shake, i sob wet tears
on his warm
chest
and he holds me
and takes all the pain,
the responsibility
from me,
and he holds me
and lets me be a child.
"It's ok. You were good...
I'm so proud of you.
It's alright, you were good.
shhhhh...it's ok.
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GO TO THE LIMITS OF YOUR LONGING
God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.
These are the words we dimly hear:
You, sent out beyond your recall,
Go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.
Flare up like a flame
and make big shadows I can move in.
Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don’t let yourself lose me.
~Rilke
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lialei
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I imagined
God
he's golden and warm
and he says, "child,
you held all that to your self?
Oh, you poor baby,
It's ok, it's ok, come here,"
he holds out his arms
and i go to him
i shake, i sob wet tears
on his warm
chest
and he holds me
and takes all the pain,
all the responsibility
from me,
and he holds me
and lets me be a child.
"It's ok. You were good...
I'm so proud of you.
It's alright, you were good.
shhhhh...it's ok...
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