Isadora Quagmire

A tiny spark in darkness, faint and frail,
Can shift the future's unrelenting tide.
Though shadows lengthen, and dark forces wail,
A single deed can turn where fates preside.
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Upon a tender night fair,
Beneath the moon's soft and silver glare,
I made a promise to which Ill hold true,
To guard and cherish you.
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In dreams of moonlit serenity, she appears,
Graceful and beautiful, a vision so dear,
With dark hair cascading like midnight's whisper,
Her presence, a symphony, her love so clear.
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There are angels in this mortal veil.
Gems glittering in this world's grey shale.
Their lights shine out in this dark land,
Like a lighthouse's sparkle upon the sands.
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Friendship is a precious art,
A steady beat within the heart.
It's not just presence, near or far,
But knowing who you truly are.
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When the mortal veil is lifted,
and the soul ascends on high,
To the gates of Heaven, swiftly,
where in eternal life no man may die.
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The world feels dimmed, a shadow cold and deep,
Since you, dear father, closed your weary eyes,
And entered into everlasting sleep,
Beneath the vast and ever-watching skies.
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To love is not for praise or earthly fame,
It asks no monument, no song, no verse,
But pours itself, a sacrificial flame,
A silent gift, to heal a world's deep curse.
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When will shadows cease to be?
Why must darkness stain the soul?
I long for a world set free,
Where peace becomes lasting and whole.
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The hills are fair, a verdant roll,
Where summer's breath is fresh and cool.
On horseback now, we take our flight,
Beneath the sun, a golden light.
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Fear no living man,
but trust in God, don't dismay.
Take courage, know he can,
guide you in life's frightful fray.
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Last night my little sister asked me if dreams came true,
it took me some time to think of what I perceived.
But when I decided what indeed I knew,
I gave her the answer which I truly believe.
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My life is but a weaving
Between my God and me.
I cannot choose the colors
He weaveth steadily.
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The world, a stage of shadow and of strife,
Still groans and yearns for everlasting life;
From every heart that knows the Savior true,
A longing rises, constant, fresh, and new.
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If you can show humility and candor clear,
And care for others, holding them dear;
If you can balance grace with fortitude,
And always act with sincere gratitude;
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Where now is that gleaming white flower?
The White Rose gleaming on high,
Where is that secure tower?
Why has it's glow left the world's dark sky?
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The car is waiting, the engine sighs,
A chapter closes before our eyes.
We farewell as the shadow falls,
Answering each our duty's distant calls.
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As winter's chill begins to fade,
A cold spring day, with frost displayed,
I wrap my coat around me tight,
And head to church, where warmth and light,
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Though shadows stretch and evil holds its sway,
And darkness claws at hope with chilling hand,
Though wicked winds may howl and tear away
The fragile peace that lingers in the land,
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Strength is a small and shaking hand,
though pressed by the cooing voice of a lying foe,
still refuses to yield to its demand,
And will not let the light of truth go.
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