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For this moment I still breath,
It is a precious gift from God,
Birthdays are not only the days to thank and praise Him,
But daily should be a birthday to bring Him back,
All the glory and honor He deserve,
A birthday of a new us for the past no longer exist,
There should be renewal of self each day,
A self so worthy in God's sight.

I could not really ask for more,
For when I look at the sky day and night,
It always shows me God's great love for me,
A love unfathomable to man's knowledge.

I already got my precious gift,
The treasure that I cherish a lot,
He is my king, my soulmate, my lover,
With him in my life,
I am already complete,
I could not ask for more,
For God already gave me,
The person that truly fill the spaces in my life,
The man I truly wanted and needed,
The one who is my all,
And for that this is the best Birthday ever,
Thank God, Praise God, Glory and Honor to Him!!!!



with love <3


© Earl Jane
♥ E.J.C.S.

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fuzzy denizens of desert
strange, unearthly, every one
they wake up softly to the morning
reaching up to find the sun

saguaros, huge, regal, majestic
silent in their special ways
pincushions the size of quarters
brush protect from the sun's rays

from the blazing heat of noontime
to the freezing winter's gloom
these living jewels survive the onslaught
even burgeoning with blooms!

looking out from my front porch there
I see a bird who's home is made
within the side of a saguaro
within its chicks get warmth and shade

I see beavertail and golden barrel
mammalaria in special pots
lining up along the ledges
of where I sit, my favorite spot

before the sun has even risen
this is my safe and holy place
then i feel the creeping warmth
of the sun upon my face

this is where I worship singing
though the neighbors find it odd
this is where I thank my Maker
this is where I talk to God



SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/11/2016

She wasn't only beautiful but also good
Because all who cherished her understood
That much as she wasn't long, she was vivid
And discouraged them from being timid

She wasn't a flower but she was petaled bright
And her each and every word came out just right
She burnt ******* melancholy to ash
And her gorgeous make could only be matched by a calabash

She was a mysterious octopus with tentacles everywhere
Little wonder, she comforted all who needed her to be there
Short as a mortar, her speech touched the sky
Touched the joyed without forgetting a single cry

She was everyone's dream, ask those who had a glimpse
Outrageously treasured for such an Imp
She was a kind soul,a gift that kept giving
Those that kept reading,even the grieving

A strong charming lass, but as vulnerable as clay
A mat of lines intricately woven for hearts to lay
She was a thing from a mystical place within
A poem none would cease reading once they begin