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Name: Father Christmas
Country: Romania
Metro: Transylvania
Gender: Male
Interests: Extreme MotoCross, Surfing, Snowboarding, Chess, Ice Fishing, Conversing with Polar Bears. I'm into all kinds of things, really.
Expertise: I have a giant factory and compound from which I make presents and then distribute the world over on Christmas Eve/Day
Occupation: Other
Industry: Nonprofit
Message: message meEmail: email me
AIM:  Boxocrono
Member Since:
9/22/2003
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| Beloved,
My voice is lost in a ringing ear,
but a still spirit shall hear me well
so quiet yourself and drink in
these words of my soul.
Like wolves in a hunt
I have sought after your heart,
never content just to come close
for you were made for me,
and I would not rest until I had all of you.
Do you remember when I rescued you?
How I carried you down to the sea
and let the salt water cleanse your wounds
I picked the brambles out of your hair
and replaced them with flowers;
peony and primrose.
You were timid at first
as you lay naked before me
and you would not meet my gaze.
Your soul, too, lay bare in the sand
and as I washed it clean
you began to realize how great
was my love for you.
How all along I have seen you
as you were meant to be -
wholly pure and unashamed
as they were in the garden.
Now, again, you lay before me,
arms weary from carrying so many burdens,
your eyes upon the shadows below
rather than upon the light above
ears ringing from the well-intentioned words
of so many who have never known you
as I have known you.
Beloved, remember me.
Remember me, your first love,
the source of all love,
all truth,
all beauty,
and O, how beautiful you are to me,
elegant as swans in a crystal lake,
bold and gentle in spirit,
and deep as the ocean floor,
but it all amounts to nothing
if you forget me, my love.
Rest with me a while
for I am always with you.
Listen to my heartbeat
and you will know
that which a thousand words
could never express.
Listen to the waves
and I will unpack your burdens for you
and your sorrows will become joys
just as night becomes day.
Go into the world, beloved,
and take my strength with you.
I will be your covering,
your rock,
your bread and wine.
I have known you,
I have loved you,
I am more than enough for you.
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| by W. S. Merwin Youth
Through all of youth I was looking for you
without knowing what I was looking for
or what to call you I think I did not
even know I was looking how would I
have known you when I saw you as I did
time after time when you appeared to me
as you did naked offering yourself
entirely at that moment and you let
me breathe you touch you taste you knowing
no more than I did and only when I
began to think of losing you did I
recognize you when you were already
part memory part distance remaining
mine in the ways that I learn to miss you
from what we cannot hold the stars are made
Good Night
Sleep softly my old love
my beauty in the dark
night is a dream we have
as you know as you know
night is a dream you know
an old love in the dark
around you as you go
without end as you know
in the night where you go
sleep softly my old love
without end in the dark
in the love that you know
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| St. Christopher the Comforter
God, do you love to hear me babble?
Bible school cliches burst forth
seemingly unchecked
and all I want to tell her is
You are Loved!
You are loved, and the Love that cared enough
to wrest you from the grave
will guide you over these rifts.
The Love that saw you at your worst
and called out "daughter! come to me"
has not left your side.
And you are truly Loved,
by this fierce and gentle Love
which whispers and whispers
and whispers
...trust me
with all your heart, trust me.
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| I know you’re the blues because loving you may kill me — but still you rock me down slow as hamhocks on the stove. Anyway you come fried, cued, burnt to within one inch of your life I love. Babe, I revere your every nickname — bacon, chitlin, cracklin, sin.
-Kevin Young
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To gaze on you
is like a feast for me
and your eyes are my dessert
for they are soft and kind
and sweet to behold
but I dare not let my stare linger
for your eyes are a potent concoction
of greens and browns and yellows
perfectly mixed to make me lose myself
in a red maple forest.
In your eyes I see God's love
and when you look up at me
I feel accepted.
Green eyes, in the light,
and I am smitten.
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