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Love your Enemies: Chapter 2Once upon a time, this vast expanse of rubble and ruins was a city of tall skyscrapers and wide roads, lush parks and cozy little side streets. Once upon a time, it was full of life and sounds and colours, full of people going about their daily activities. There were cars and trains and buses, shops in which you could find anything your heart desired, … Then one day the elves came, and turned it into what it is today: cold, grey, lifeless and dangerously contaminated.Love your Enemies: Chapter 2 by ~deng-li-xin32
I adjust the old rag Mama always makes me wear over my nose and mouth when I'm here and straighten up, letting out a sigh. I look down at the little pile I've gathered s

Zelophehad's Daughters: What Makes Us StayThis is what makes us girls:Zelophehad's Daughters: What Makes Us Stay by ~deng-li-xin32
we are always second
'cause they put boys first.
Shackled to men,
our fate bound to theirs -
we pay for what we cannot help.
This is what makes us girls:
we always lose double
just because of our birth.
Our father is gone,
our fate bound to his -
left destitute, losing everything.
This is what makes us girls:
we won't take this lying down,
won't cry about it,
we'll do something about it,
for we are bound to God
who sees everything.
This is what makes us stay:
knowing our God
created us the same;
trusting He's above
this patriarchy,
not preferring boys,
not preferring girls
but caring for our needs
and giving us

Phoebe: MisbehavingWell-behaved womenPhoebe: Misbehaving by ~deng-li-xin32
(society says)
live for their husband,
or father, or brother;
are there to make babies,
take care of the kids;
stay at home,
rule the household,
Queen of the domestic kingdom;
stick to their sphere,
and don't interfere
in men's business
(politics, religion)
but sit and knit
and gossip in private
and keep to womenly things.
Maybe
I am not well-behaved.
I am not known as a changer of nappies
or renowned for the meals I cook.
They do not mention me
as the wife of so-and-so,
or praise my mothering skills.
Is it stepping out of line
to speak, to share, to have a voice,
to talk of that which moves my heart
even outside of the s

Mrs Jerobeam: Walk Just A Little SlowerJust a little longer,Mrs Jerobeam: Walk Just A Little Slower by ~deng-li-xin32
just a little longer.
Walk just a little slower;
give him some more time.
Keep breathing - try.
Just a little longer.
Give him some more time.
This pain so deep inside,
as if it's I who's dying,
like giving birth to him all over again -
if only I could.
If only I could
give him life again,
start all over,
wake up with him alive in my arms.
But here I am,
a messenger of death,
and with each step
my child slips away.
Is not this the harshest blow:
striking a child
for his father's wrongs?
But is it God
who causes this pain -
or is it the consequence
we bring on ourselves?
This pain so deep inside,
for the suffering of g

National GeographicDark brown eyesNational Geographic by ~meowsap
In a National Geographic
So many stories to tell
And your heart
Begins to swell
Little fingers
Starved and hurting
So many stories to tell
And your heart
Feels so compelled
To reach across the sea
To love each one in need
So many stories to tell
And your heart
Just wants to yell
For this is your mission
This is your call
The story begins
So "Go ye therefore!"

Submission to be OrdainedI submit myself to Him,Submission to be Ordained by *SaxyRicky86
however not yet perfectly.
It may take a lifetime
to fully submit to His will.
How difficult it is to show His love, -
completely and fully, despite all circumstances.
Demonstrating His love is our responsibility,
and so I shall strive to live by His love.
He has a plan to ordain me,
and to counsel all who are lost.
And after retirement I have many missions, -
a missionary to establish His will.

Missionary HeartI notice the pain they try so hard to hideMissionary Heart by ~BeachBumm12K
I filled with sorrow, for them my tears are cried
So badly i want to help heal
But to some, happiness will never be real
In my heart it's pure agony to see
Don't know what to do with just me
What is it that I can even do
Give me something and I will see it through
I see thee others hidden tears of pain
To most it's disguised by the rain
Eyes blind to the ones who cry
Ignorant to it, they walk on by
I am unable to walk on by blind
Their pain is something my heart will always find
My heart will always hurt for others
I will never be blind to one who suffers

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