In the midnight of my soul,
in yet another darkest hour,
head in my hands,
heart straining against the cold,
I strike hope against
the rough surface of my life,
like a match, trying
to spark the flame,
to kindle once again,
the Light that bends down heaven
and tramples darkness underfoot.
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Randy Baker
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Peaceful Purpose
I have noticed that in the professional sphere, as far as I have noticed, that many people choose to come to work, mainly with the intention of collecting a paycheck, which I completely understand, unfortunately, we all need money to survive in this world. I also feel very strongly about the fact that if you are going to work in a profession, you should certainly treat that profession, whatever it may be, with the dignity that its purpose entails, whether you are working in the medical field, or working at a fast food restaurant, you should do you best to do the best job you can, because when it comes right down to it, we are all humans, going through the trials, and challenges that this life can bring us, by working together.
By Kaylon Forsyth6 days ago in Humans
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This is great. I particularly like the last two lines.
We all have hope within us, and it's what makes us push through every single day. Good work!
Oooo, this was extremely powerful! Well done!