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It’s me once again, in the lost meadow,
Nobody with me, just my shadow.
I thought it’d be easy, but no, it’s not.
I feel like a rat about to rot.
All have their weaknesses, but this is the worst:
To kill your own body that dies out of thirst.
It’s like you can’t keep yourself holy,
You sin every day.
I feel like a needle lost in a stack of hay.
What’s the use of life if we waste every day?
Doing nothing but grumbling
About the people and the pay.
Look at the birds and the fish and the tree,
They are so chirpy, happy, and carefree.
But we are special, that’s why we are human,
And from every passing day, we have to pick and learn.
It is not the end, get up from where you fell,
Because if you stay there any longer, you may end up in hell.
Learn from the children & from the babies to cry,
Don’t store up anger in your hearts till you die.
For life is short and little you have to live.
Move on with hope and always believe in God.
You are special in His eyes, and he loves you the most.
Look at his face smiling at you from the host.
Do not lose hope, it is time to stand.
Life goes on, this is not the end.
Christian families are missionary families, in their everyday life, in their doing everyday things, as they bring to everything the salt and the leaven of faith!
Pope Francis 