Palm Sunday

Happy April

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3rd week and I miss my lover so much

Yet to get up and put one step in front of the other is all I can do

Maybe our time is through

I cant help missing you

This is one endless truth

Today is the Sunday of Palms

My focus returns to God

I lay at my feet the sorrow and gratitude of all the truth

Kiddo, Daizy and I live streamed

The choir provided an angelic atmosphere

We were awake in a moment of peaceful sleep

All I truly desire is something that always inspire

It burns in me an eternal fire

I feel a passion from all factors

Yet I wonder something

Why is there this insatiable feeling

I truly crave a divine healing

I remember his lips on mine

Our fingers entwined

Together we laid asleep

I would have stayed forever if he asked me

Listening to him snore is the melody of my eternal dream

He was the antidote to my lonely

Yet medicines run out

I guess God wants to provide a different way to blow away those clouds

i don't want to break anybody

My lover is broken in his mind

The match would not produce a good life

We can only enjoy the moments of pleasure that come presently

I cant force no one can force me

I have mixed feelings of living together and being married

The world is at a peril so much negativity

i can see how the result is Corona v

We can be greedy

Evil and seedy

Yet God is always here ready to heal you and me

Still we take all that is allowed pleasantly

Yet it is called a sin and I understand why

I feel sorry that He had to give up His life for me

Did He abandon me?

Did I abandon Him through unknowing sin

I couldn't help it. My friends say its lust i know I love him.

I cant tell you why in a way it makes sense

To say it was not make it all pretend

I just wanted to love and be loved

There is nothing that takes me higher

As I try to be that strong fighter

The memory only increases my desire

I sit on the couch with thoughts and prayer

With all that I know I still want to kiss him and him to kiss me forever I do

Its hard in coronav to be single

No one to mix and mingle except unsafely with the new

As I mature I find I dont want more casual twos,

Yet from God I also dont want to seperate

Palm Sunday is a reminder that life is still to celebrate

Is this passion?

i want to understand the caption

These feelings of insatiable hunger dont seem to fall out of fashion

We never go out of style

I pray once more to feel his kiss see him smile

Its all that I can do

For i dont know how to not

I pray for help with God this way

I pray on Palm Sunday

I can only be grateful I got a taste

The passion is what keeps me awake

In my heart I know i can never seperate

I love the thrill I didn't know how to not participate

i am an angel fallen

I heard my lover calling

I could not resist

I know it was wrong

His arms held me so strong

It felt like a safe place after feeling lonely for so long

The magic is in his kiss

I hope he still remembers this

I hope he will remember and maybe God can whisper the words to erase the sin but keep our love whole within

This is the Sunday of the third week

We are locked in homes due to Coronav

Earth has lost many sons and daughters

Husband and wives

Side chicks and lovers

The good and the bad, people of the rainbow, and of all other colors

There was so many mistakes so many unhonored

So many lives lost in the Holocaust

Diseases from the past

With the scars that last

Yet all effected and can overcome the same as the human race

God works in mysterious ways

God fixes what isn't working

Preserves what remains living

Yet we all walk the same path

Keep going do not look back

Remember the dead

Stay home and kind

Remember who fights on the front line but keep faith ahead

Send it with love and light release it like 1,000 butterflies

As the journey guides

Our souls yearn to go home

Yet in this time it is hard to feel hope

We have been called in to the unknown

We did not want to go

Everything remains frozen

In His time God will break this cage open

Healing and doing what needs to be done

I know His actions come with the truest love

Through the grey skies and rain

In this passion of pleasure and pain

i feel His grace on Palm Sunday