The start of words to write can be the beginning of a flame that kindles to open up anyone's darkened thoughts, a flicker of notion to get the mind focusing.
Broken signs that are replaced even though to indicate all the same but are not felt in the same emotion as before. What was once encouraging for where ships set to sail now just have a doubtful mind.
If time is a moment to spare for a place, then that somewhere needing to be is where time goes by slowly than for the hurried passing between places.
Like a fine tooth comb in the sand, not for close inspections but to smooth matters over and engrave within the path for what has been before.
How is there choices when to already have what is wanted, perhaps there has been a declining urge for interest. With others, there is only one thing they truly want from out of anything that can be offered to them.
In the forest; distant light is only guiding by the similar surface to be on, as to walk upon the same area that light shines. As while in deep waters trying to keep above the surface, that light upon dry land is only beneficial for those on land. Just a glimmer of hope for anyone wanting to be illuminated while further out. Sometimes, where light is seen is not always the faith to have but a sign for what is near.
In the stones; wanting to teach them while they are young but there are some things that require the strength and intelligence of a mature grown mind, although can shun upon their thoughts only the steps needing to be taken can be achieved by a much taller and balanced person, love is dependable by the spread of wings that will carry them however big or small and what corners can be cut makes a slope than a step.
St. Luke Ch.23:V.2 " - And they began to accuse him, saying, We found this fellow perverting the nation, and forbidding to give tribute to Cæsar, saying that he himself is Christ a King."
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