we cannot change the cards we are dealt,
just how we play the hand.
Saturday, August 20, 2011
2:08 PM
Noise
i visited the hospital a few days back.
i heard a fusion of noise from the bed beside.
the soft moans of pain, eighty years of age. the foreign accent of comfort, possibly indonesian. and, the oddly placed static from a PSP.
the voices in my head-
i love my girl. a love so beautiful, symmetrical, tangible
God loves me. a love so great, unconditional, real.
my life in a nutshell. working towards loves of sorts. beautiful, symmetrical, tangible, great, unconditional and real.
a page, deliberately left blank.
Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking.
It is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.
I Corinthians 13:4-8
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