Bubbles, bubbles
Shining bright
Floating through
The air, so light
Colors swirling
dancing free
Bringing laughter
And joy to me
With a wand
And gentle blow
Off they go
In flight they flow
Tiny worlds of magic spun
Underneath the golden sun
Bubbles, bubbles,
A whimsical sight
As I watch them dance
the world feels right
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In the heart of the meadow, where wildflowers bloom,
A tapestry of colors, dispels all gloom.
Golden sunlight dances, through swaying grass,
Whispering secrets, as the gentle winds pass.
Butterflies flutter, in a graceful ballet,
Their delicate wings, carry dreams away.
Bees hum softly, as they gather their treasure,
In this sanctuary, where moments find leisure.
Birds sing melodies, in the soft morning light,
Their songs weave together, a symphony bright.
The meadow, a haven, for creatures great and small,
A refuge of peace, embracing one and all.
In this tranquil expanse, where worries cease to be,
The meadow whispers softly, "Come, be free."
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In depths where sunbeams gently play,
A fish finds solace in the sway,
Of sea anemone's gentle dance,
A haven found in its expanse.
Amongst the tendrils, safe and still,
A silent guardian, a secret thrill,
In hues of coral, vibrant and bright,
The fish finds refuge from the light.
With cautious grace, it darts and weaves,
Amongst the shadows, where safety cleaves,
To every curve and every bend,
A sanctuary until the end.
For in the arms of anemone,
The fish finds peace, and feels free,
A symbiotic bond, so serene,
In the depths of the ocean, unseen.
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Once proud and strong, a bridge now lies,
Its structure fractured, under somber skies.
Steel beams, weathered and worn,
Echoes of the past, now forlorn.
Once bustling with life, now silent and still,
A broken bridge, a testament to will.
Memories linger, in whispers and sighs,
Of journeys taken 'neath its arching skies.
But time has claimed its toll, and now we mourn,
A broken bridge, once vibrant, now torn.
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In shadows deep, where hearts do roam,
There dwells a woman, not alone.
With gentle hands and soothing grace,
She seeks out broken souls to embrace.
A healer born, with empathy's touch,
She mends the wounded, broken and such.
But in her quest to make them whole,
She loses pieces of her soul.
Each broken heart she tries to mend,
Leaves her own spirit frayed, near its end.
In giving her all, she loses sight,
Forgetting herself in the selfless fight.
Yet, still she strives, with tireless will,
To fix the broken, heal the ill.
But deep inside, a silent plea,
For someone to fix her, can't they see?
For she's a woman torn apart,
Her own wounds hidden, her own heart.
In fixing others, she finds her role,
But in the process, loses her own soul.
Oh, woman of compassion deep,
Take heed, your own heart, gently keep.
For in your strength, lies your own worth,
Not in fixing others, but in your own rebirth.
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Hidden truths
Are lies that cover up
Yet, shadows fade
When light erupts
Beneath the surface
Secrets stir
But honesty's flame
Makes falsehoods blur
Peel back the layers
Reveal what's real
For truth's embrace
Is our ideal
No more deception
No more disguise
In openness
Our spirit flies
Let truth
Be our guide
In all we do
For in its light
We find what's true
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In pages old, a tale unfolds,
Of Exodus, a story bold.
From slavery's chains, a people cried,
Their hopes to freedom's call allied.
Moses, a shepherd, chosen true,
To lead his kin, to guide them through.
With staff in hand and faith ablaze,
He faced Pharaoh's daunting gaze.
Ten plagues descended, each a sign,
Of divine power, of grand design.
Yet stubborn Pharaoh held his ground,
Till final judgment echoed round.
Through parted seas, they made their way,
Towards a promised land, they'd say.
But trials awaited, in desert sands,
Their faith tested by God's commands.
Manna fell from heavens high,
A nourishing grace beneath the sky.
Mount Sinai, where laws were carved,
A covenant with God, unswerved.
Forty years they wandered, so it's told,
In Exodus, a saga bold.
In Exodus, a story grand,
Of liberation, by God's hand.
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When God did speak, the void was filled with light,
He shaped the heavens, spread stars across the sky.
With whispered breath, He crafted day and night,
And set the sun and moon to rise on high.
The waters parted, lands began to form,
Green fields and mountains, valleys lush and wide.
He breathed on dust, gave life in earthly norm,
As plants and beasts sprang forth to fill the tide.
Then from the clay, He sculpted humankind,
In His own image, breathed a soul so pure.
He gave us hearts and minds with love aligned,
To cherish Earth and all that would endure.
Creation’s song, a testament of worth,
In awe we stand, as God gave life to Earth.
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LIFETIMES
I have loved you
Since before time began
Before God made light
Or created man
I love you now
And in lifetimes past
I will love you again
Though my soul be recast
In a new form
In my lifetime next
The universe
Though vast and complex
Cannot erase
What is fated to be
A love that spans lifetimes
Throughout eternity
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Elohim, Creator, in the beginning,
Spoke the stars into their spinning.
Adonai, Lord of all, sovereign might,
Guiding us through darkest night.
Jehovah Jireh, Provider true,
In every need, He sees us through.
El Shaddai, Almighty One,
Under His wings, the battle's won.
Jehovah Rapha, Healer near,
Mending hearts, wiping every tear.
El Roi, God who sees,
In hidden places, our silent pleas.
Jehovah Shalom, Peace profound,
In His presence, calm is found.
Jehovah Nissi, Banner raised,
In victory's shout, His name is praised.
Immanuel, God with us,
In every moment, we trust.
Alpha, Omega, the Beginning, the End,
Eternal, unchanging, our faithful friend.
Names of God, each facet bright,
Reflecting His glory, His endless light.
In every name, His love revealed,
In every whisper, our souls are healed.
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