By the bucket load, and who else shall bare such waters. While matters are patiently waiting still for that 'taking it lying down' situation.
If minds think alike then no wonder they try to keep to the same beat of the drum as before.
Getting on their wick may just be by certain pleasures to tempt them with. It seems obliging yet are burning their end of candle for no reason.
When the reel of thread unwinds it is either for two things, to encourage furthermore or to bleed dry.
Betting their good health on it yet needing some courage to have an agreement by another. It's what others are waiting for so to do as to wish.
In the forest; sitting ducks that wait too long become lying in wait. Slowly drifting on their restful backs, heading down river on a subtle stream. Those consider far deeper in depths than what floats on a surface. As what drifts by continues on than for that to remain like a stick in the mud.
In the stones; sweeping the floor with them for that old dust to settle but all they waited for was to light a flame, only it is past flames that created such mess and the rumours still linger, it is love whom speaks of truth but only by teaching the new thus sorting out the lies and making things comfortable.
St. John Ch.20:V.10 " - Then the disciples went away again unto their own home."
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