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Generations come and generations go, but the earth remains forever. . Ecclesiastes 1

Addiction

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I am addicted
To your soul
Every time
You speak to me
I crawl into
The cave of
Happiness
Where silence
Releases my inner joy.

Copyright.
Ilinca

God will buy you back

I would like to share these words with you. Francis Chan is a guy I respect and him shouting at the end of this video is amazing. This is how I feel inside sometimes, like shouting, because God is trustworhty and I hate the times when I don’t rely on Him because of fear.
I pray this sermon will change something in you and bring you closer to Christ.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ciGN9W3SLFU&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Hope is a thing with feathers

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I found this great poem written by Emily Dickinson and I want to share it with you. Enjoy!

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

Sadness

I have a feeling
And it’s not right
It’s just me
Or you’re holding
me too tight.
I am happy,
But not as I wished
Hoping for more
I needed to quit.

And it’s painful
To see you that way
I wish, I had more to say
Maybe a break up
Will do you good
I know, I shouldn’t
But I thought…
You would.

Punctuation marks

It’s a dead poets society
Words lying across the page
Unknown, undiscovered, strange.
Trying to save them,
Punctuation marks
Are stuck in my soul.
I never knew how or when
I’ll be ready to use them all.

Question marks,
In a forbidden world
Don’t make a change,
They’re not alive
Until my mind agrees
To dive in and then…
Slowly waiting for
The words to come
I am ready.

Copiright: Ilinca Mreana

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Change

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I don’t know
Who I am or
What i’m supposed
To be.
The world is
Constantly trying
To change the Real me.
Some might say
That I am gay
Others think I’m straight.
If I don’t have a degree
They said it’s not for me
I have been trying to fit in.

The mold of this world
Doesn’t seem to hold
I am too fat, too thin
Too young, too old
Not making it in.

Lovesick

This poem was inspired from the movie “All we need is Love” with Pierce Brosnan and it’s the response of the bride to the groom which left her on the wedding day. Imagine what the answer would be if she still loves him.
It is a weird poem but I felt writing it. Enjoy!

We are sick
Of all of this
Sadness and pain.
Forget who I was,
Forget who I am.

French kisses
They’re all the same
Tasteless, loveless
Weird and naughty.
You said it’s love
I say you’re crazy.

To believe in love,
That doesn’t exist
When you see the fist
Of hatred in the world
When you fight with
The lonely, the sad,
It’s cold in my heart
And I miss you.
Do you hear me?
I miss you…
Can I rescue you?
I miss you…

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Sentenced to love

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A few months ago I have discovered a romanian composer, writer, actor and singer named Tudor Chirila. On his latest album he has this amazing song which inspired me while I was thinking about love and what it can do to us. Here you find a rough translation from the romanian language. Hopefully you will enjoy the lyrics as I did.

Verse 1

When I got sick, I fed and nourished illusions and problems.

I fainted in the crowd,

 My system recorded the error.

At the doctor I found out

 I was infected with an incurable virus,

If I will not love whoever I meet

I’ll die.

Whoever touches me

Will be contaminated.

Chorus

Only if I love I can save myself

If I’ll  love anyone

Who comes my way

I will survive

Sentenced to love

I’ll spread an epidemic.

Verse 2

The put me in a cell, isolated

Not to spread love.

They knew as I know

 I’ll die that way.

I heard them talk of a vaccine

To protect the people,

That would be a disaster

 If the whole world would love.

Love is the antidote they fear….

Verse 3

That night I escaped,

Since then I wander through the world…

I run from people going towards them

Every day, I love.

Chorus

Only if I love I can save myself

If I’ll love anyone, I’ll survive

Sentenced to love

I’ll spread an epidemic.

Sentenced to love

I will spread an epidemic,

I will Survive!

Sentenced to love …

Sentenced to love …

Sentenced to love …

Sentenced to love …

This is the video for those who want to listen to his song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OhGOUqiQiJs

 

Merry Christmas

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And with this Christmas wish is missed
The point I could convey
If only I could find the words to say to let You know
How much You’ve touched my life

Because here is where You’re finding me,
In the exact same place as New Year’s eve
And from a lack of my persistency
We’re less than half as close as I want to be

And the first time that You opened Your eyes
Did You realize that You would be my Savior
And the first breath that left Your lips
Did You know that it would change this world forever

And the first time that You opened Your eyes
Did You realize that You would be my Savior
And the first breath that left Your lips
Did You know that it would change this world forever

And so this Christmas I’ll compare
The things I felt in prior years
To what this midnight made so clear
That You have come to meet me here

To look back and think that
This baby would one day save me
In the hope that what You did
That you were born so I might live
To look back and think that
This baby would one day save me

And the first time that You opened Your eyes
Did You realize that You would be my Savior
And the first breath that left Your lips
Did You know that it would change this world forever

And the first time that You opened Your eyes
Did You realize that You would be my Savior
And the first breath that left Your lips
Did You know that it would change this world forever

And I, I celebrate the day
That You were born to die
So I could one day pray for You to save my life

Relient K, I Celebrate the Day

The End

Last week I was waiting for the end of the world. Impatiently, on Thursday I couldn’t sleep thinking about Virgin Mary’s apparitions, the end, some sort of weirdness which comes from that. Later in the evening I realized that we still have Friday, so it’s not over yet. Friday came and nothing happened.
I realize I cannot write about the end because it’s not over yet. We will have battles to fight, mountains to climb, friends and family to love and a week until the end of this Year. Let’s live it knowing he will come like a “thief in the night”, watchfully, guarding our hearts and minds.

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