Dotted-Stripes | by Esperanza G.

Writer, Artist, Creative Thinker, Inspired by much and Appreciator of beauty - Enjoy my journey...
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I keep hoping
silence has taught what my words have failed to say
and yet when I stay
the reality of your ignorance
always manages to be extravagantly displayed.
A finer teacher
may be dismayed,
but your instructor
is not I.
So I remain gun shy..


Everyone, Chuck Agro

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Oceans (Where Feet May Fail) by Hillsong United

My life song.

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God surpasses our dreams when we reach past our personal plans and agenda to grab the hand of Christ and walk the path He chose for us. He is obligated to keep us dissatisfied until we come to Him and His plan for complete satisfaction.
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…And please remember that you were beautiful before he told you that you were.
Thank you so much for this, h-allo. (via c-oquetry)

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I have given God countless reasons not to love me. None of them has been strong enough to change Him.
Paul Washer (via kissthewave)

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    So weak it’s legendary,
    but my desperation
    is still keen
    to the adversary.
    Let the rock stay a stone.
    I’ll rest till carried home.

    The faintness is fear.
    I’m filled with
    a heavenly meal.
    Let the rock stay stone.
    A chariot waits to take me home.

    created my own hell
    in an effort to love
    and said,
    "why wont you join me?" 

    You condemned my hell
    then created your own
    trying too
    to love
    and said,
    "why wont you join mine?"

    How could we
    have had the keys
    to heaven
    when birthed
    by damned plans?

    So I left to go the distance
    and discover
    what neither could offhand.

    I’m starting to write poems that are mine,
    rather than of
    mere circumstance.
    I guess…
    I’ve found home.

    I lost her.
    I let the big people chase her away
    Now the big people say,
    "Be yourself!"
    you told her “go away.”

    She wont talk to me.
    I think she feels betrayed.
    I told’er it was the big people,
    she wont believe me
    just the same.

    Someone touched me.
    Her little face 
    frowned at me
    It wasn’t me!
    boomed the big One.
    I froze,
    but her little legs ran
    to his hand.

    She found me.
    My hand felt skin,
    and jumped at the touch.
    You came back!
    Her sure nod
    Why come little one?
    Big One said 
    don’t fear the big people.
    My look went curious.
    Next to Him
    they all looked small.