Love is Patient

Love is patient, soft and slow,
A wisdom deeper than we know.
"Don't rush," it whispers, "don't you see? Timing is not yours, but given to thee."
Not every moment is ours to command,
Like rain that falls by Nature's hand.
For seasons turn as they are meant, by forces greater than our intent.
Chronos controls the time, not man, so trust the quiet, trust the plan.
Waiting is not failure's door, but where true strength is found and more.
Be wise, don't let haste cloud your sight, in patience lies the truest might.
The world may hurry, push, and shout,
but stillness clears the darkest doubt.
In changing days like these we face, patience is the saving grace.
It guides with care, protects with love, a virtue sent from realms above.
So wait, be still and trust the way - Patience, my love, will save the day.

The Advocate

Be the Advocate for those who suffer,
the silent voice in the storm, the whispered prayer.

Stand tall for those whose hearts have broken,
and carry burdens they can no longer bear.

Be the hands that lift the fallen,
the light for those in shadowed grief,
a beacon shining in the darkness,
a source of strength, a quiet relief.

Speak for those who have no words,
whose pain has silenced every plea.

In love, in truth, let your voice rise,
for justice, hope, and dignity.

Be the Advocate, unwavering and true,
a bridge between the lost and light.
For every soul, in its darkest hour,
deserves a hand to hold through night.

In every act of mercy given,
you are a vessel, Love's design.
To advocate is to stand with heaven,
where compassion and grace entwine.

The Phoenix's Cry

My sweet darling, breathe it in -
all these tears, the ache within.
The pain that floods your tender heart,
don't fight it, love, let it impart.

For it's a gift, this storm you feel,
each wound, each scar, is made to heal.
And though it's hard, though shadows grow,
it means, you're more alive than you know.

With every tearful, broken breath, your soul awakens, defying death.
More alive in pain's searing fire than you were in numbness - rising higher.

You're coming back to me somehow, a Phoenix bright, emerging now.
Lucid in this endless night, burning fierce in blackened light.

So cry aloud - let anguish sing, let every scream give birth to wings.
And if you fall, collapse, break wide, I'll be here, waiting, right by your side.

For when this waking up is done and ashes kiss the rising sun,
you'll soar above, reborn, renewed - a flame of gold, a strength imbued.

The pain, the tears, they mark your flight, higher than ever, into the light.
Feel it all and know, through every wound, through every woe -
You are the fire, the life, the grace, a spirit blazing into space.
And I am here, as you ascend, waiting, loving - Always - until Worlds mend.

I was afraid of darkness, until I remembered I was light.
Afraid of life, until I knew the flame within was burning bright.

The Art of Dying

God created death as a breath,
a quiet rhythm for eternity,
a whisper in the winds of time,
that carries us from here to infinity.

But death, too, is a teacher,
its lesson etched in the Soul.
It shows us Love not as a fleeting touch,
but as the deepest ache when it must go.

For Love, most pure, is felt in its fading,
like the warmth of the sun as it slips below the sky.
In the moment of parting, Love becomes whole,
its truth revealed in a final song.

In death, there is no end, only a door,
a passage we all must pass through.
And as we let go, we come to know,
that Love is not lost - only renewed.

So let us learn the Art of dying,
to surrender with grace to the breath Divine.
For God created death as a rhythm, a song,
to teach us that Love, in its leaving, is the most strong.