It is in the way I breath, I tell you...
Every moment I'm awake feels like a miracle, for the first time in a long time i can hear my own heartbeat, strong and sturdy, beating to the rhythm of my spirit.
so I'm sorry to anyone out there who thinks otherwise, but you cannot convince me that God is not real. Maybe It's in how the stars look different each time I look up to the night sky, twinkling brighter and clearer
It's in the way the moon tells me the stories of old, in the way the sun kisses me each morning, like a mother to her child. Reminding me that today is yet another beggining, another story to tell.
Sometimes It's in the pain I feel, the loss, rejection, the hurt the anger, the fact that I have to look my foes in the eyes and grant forgiveness. It's in the way the only way I know how to fight is on my knees, with tears in my eyes,blind faith and love in my heart.
Maybe it's in the way how all the good and the bad comes together and builds, or the way in which my heart refuses to surrender to nothing but the voice of the one who calls me by my name.
You can not convince me that God is not real, Just because your cup is empty does not mean you have to shatter mine
It does not mean you need to spill my blood just because yours is insufficient.
God is real and nothing can convince me otherwise.
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From The Inside
PoetryA collection of a few, simple poems that i started writing a few years ago and some recent ones as well. "From The Inside ," is about my life stories and experiences in poetry form and what takes places inside my heart and mind.
