Wizard's stories! (But mostly poems)

[Weaver of Lies he/him]

Just now, Ookla the Raveness said:

Thank you

Hey I just realized we aren't shardbuddies, wanna be my shard buddy?

I’d be happy to!

[The Wandering Wizard he/him]

2 minutes ago, Ookla the foolish said:

I’d be happy to!

Hooray!! 

[Edema Rue she/her]

36 minutes ago, Ookla the Raveness said:

Savior's Christmas (idk don't have a good title xD) 

The idea kinda evolved from a short story to more of an outline for a story and it’s really rough but I hope you all like it

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There was a young girl, all snug in her bed. When a sound woke her up and she hurried downstairs. Where a stranger was kneeling near the tree. 

 He was dressed in red and had a white beard.

 “Santa,” she happily cried.

The stranger turned around and smiled kindly, “I’m not him, beloved daughter. He’ll be here soon enough.”

 The girl shied closer, curiosity triumphing over shyness. 

 “Well then, who are you?” 

 He smiled kindly at her and gave her a hug. “My name you’ll know in time. Remember that you are beautiful, child. Please, please always remember.”

And then he was gone, in the twinkling of an eye. 

 The girl went to bed and thought nothing more of it. 

 

In the years to come, when she was belittled for her glasses. Demeaned for her awkward clumsiness. Compared to a pig and downtrodden under every word, an outcast to all. In those days filled with sorrow and nights filled with tears. Then came the words again to her mind, and she berated herself for ever believing them.

 

She scraped together what little she could and hurried from her dark childhood. Fleeing towards the tiniest hope of a brighter future. She left the town and all she knew and fled to a far away college. To where she enjoyed walks through light and sunshine with a boy for a season. And it felt like all the sorrow and pain of the past was going to wash away. 

 

Oh how wrong she had been. At first nothing had changed, nothing until she had a daughter. When suddenly for literally no reason at all he started drinking more. He got fired from his job and started beating them and she had to work to provide for them. But still he beat her and their child. She tried her best to protect her, she really did. But she died and the world just turned darker, and darker, and darker. Until one night, she just left. Taking nothing more than a coat and just wandering in the night. Oh why had she ever believed the words, believed it could get better. 

 

Now she was homeless and alone. Wandering and begging for what little food she could get, malnourished and starving. Until two young men in suits and ties with name tags found her. They radiated a brilliant light like nothing she had ever seen before. First they helped her find somewhere to stay. It was a small house with an elderly woman. And she too radiated this inner light, for she opened up her house for her to stay until she got back on her feet. The young men stayed and taught a lesson, it seemed a bit confusing but she felt the light and love in the message so she agreed to hear more. 

 

When next they came around, they taught of a glorious plan and she had many questions. The young missionaries were wary but they knew they were genuine and answered the best they could. They guided and directed her to many scriptures. One stood out in particular to her, D&C 121 7-8, “

7

My son, peace be unto thy soul; thine adversity and thine afflictions shall be but a small moment;

8

And then, if thou endure it well, God shall exalt thee on high; thou shalt triumph over all thy foes.”

 

And she wept because the words pierced through to her soul, blazing a path of light through the darkness that had enshrouded her all her life. Eagerly she learned from them and ate the rest of it up. Excitedly nervous, she agreed to be baptized.

 

The day soon came and she was dressed in white. Eagerly she descended to the water and went down and up. Next hands were laid upon her head and she received the Holy Ghost. A quiet whisper came, “do you remember, dear daughter?” 

She shook her head slightly, not quite recognizing the voice, though it sounded so so familiar. 

 

Later she left the old widow and asked how she could ever repay her. The woman laughed and smiled, “no need to repay me for what you have already given me.”

“But what have I given you?”

“You have given me everything and been like a daughter to me.”

The young woman wept and hugged her surrogate mother. Later she held her hand as she passed to the other side of the veil a few days later.

 

She wept and soon met a familiar face at her funeral, one of the young missionaries. And through his speech she learned that she too had been a surrogate mother to him on his mission and afterwards when his own would not. Then she gave her speech and looked at him for comfort during it, tears reflecting in both their eyes. 

 

Afterwards he asked her if she would like to join him for lunch sometime at a place they both enjoyed and nervously she agreed. She found she enjoyed his company and agreed to date him, slowly though. She made it clear and he agreed, knowing what had happened to her before. They stumbled a little here and there but through it all their love for each other grew and soon they were engaged. 

 

Soon she stood inside the temple walls, clothed in beautiful white. She looked in the mirror and the words from the past came to her and she smiled. She had outgrown the mean and spiteful words and she remembered the kind words said one night. She remembered the care a stranger had given, more than she’d ever known before. Slowly she stepped out and made covenants to her wonderful husband. 

 

In almost a year it was Christmas once more, and she had a wonderful baby girl with her kind and patient husband. Light filled her soul and she slept soundly in her bed. A noise awoke her and she walked downstairs, to find not a stranger but her Savior standing there. She rushed and knelt before him weeping. Gently he knelt beside her and hugged her.

“I-i was supposed to hug you first, you know.”

He just simply smiled at her and hugged her.

“I know who you are now.”

“I know.” 

She cried harder and choked out two words, “thank you.”

He hugged her tighter, enough to let his love flow through her, but not too tight to be uncomfortable.

“I must leave now, my beautiful sister and my father’s wonderful daughter.”

“O=okay.”

Gently he released her and vanished in the twinkling of an eye. Slowly she wandered back to bed, mind alight. And the next day there was a small figurine hidden in all the presents. A porcelain statue of the Savior finding the lost lamb.

 

 

Thank you thank you thank you. 

I hope you write a full story, but even if you don't it's already wonderful.

[The Wandering Wizard he/him]

Just now, Ookla the Believer said:

Thank you thank you thank you. 

I hope you write a full story, but even if you don't it's already wonderful.

Thank you sister

[The Wandering Wizard he/him]

Let go

Spoiler

A thought passed through my mind while doing the dishes

It was a hard thought

A very very hard thought

And I know where it came from

 

God asked me if I would be willing 

To trust him

That there would be someone else

For the friend who I care deepest of all for

If it wasn’t me

 

I do not know

If it will be yes or no

Just that he asked me to be willing

And my free soul cried

Yes, yes I will

 

Merely seconds later my mind reasserted itself

And I wanted to say no

But I knew what I had answered

And what I believed

 

It’s hard to trust my dearest friends into his hands

Because I feel like I should do something

That there should be something I can do to help

That something will happen the instant that I do

But that’s not how he works or how he ever will

 

I have to trust that there will be other people

That they will find in person

To help them and to give them what they need

And it may take a long long time 

But there will be someone

And it makes me cry

Because I hurt for them

In their seeming forever waiting

For someone to see them

And I wish I could

I wish I could see when they need someone to talk to them

And be with them in their darkest times 

But I can’t

Because I’m far away

And soon won’t be able to even talk to them regularly

And it hurts

It hurts so badly

Because of how much I will miss

Miss them

Miss all the new wonderful people on the shard

Miss many of their important moments

Unable to stay up and talk to them in their darkest moment

 

Yet I know my answer

I have been called

And I will go

I know it will be nearly impossibly hard

I know I will miss much

I know I will have to do the impossible

And trust them to God’s hand

And I know he will take care of them

And watch over them

And it will hurt to know they hurt

But it will also be wonderful to know

When all of their sorrows are turned into joys

And they can see themselves as God does

Wonderful and beautiful sons and daughters of his

Not idle praise but pure simple truth

This one kinda wandered all over the place as my thoughts did.

[Edema Rue she/her]

9 hours ago, Ookla the Raveness said:

Let go

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A thought passed through my mind while doing the dishes

It was a hard thought

A very very hard thought

And I know where it came from

 

God asked me if I would be willing 

To trust him

That there would be someone else

For the friend who I care deepest of all for

If it wasn’t me

 

I do not know

If it will be yes or no

Just that he asked me to be willing

And my free soul cried

Yes, yes I will

 

Merely seconds later my mind reasserted itself

And I wanted to say no

But I knew what I had answered

And what I believed

 

It’s hard to trust my dearest friends into his hands

Because I feel like I should do something

That there should be something I can do to help

That something will happen the instant that I do

But that’s not how he works or how he ever will

 

I have to trust that there will be other people

That they will find in person

To help them and to give them what they need

And it may take a long long time 

But there will be someone

And it makes me cry

Because I hurt for them

In their seeming forever waiting

For someone to see them

And I wish I could

I wish I could see when they need someone to talk to them

And be with them in their darkest times 

But I can’t

Because I’m far away

And soon won’t be able to even talk to them regularly

And it hurts

It hurts so badly

Because of how much I will miss

Miss them

Miss all the new wonderful people on the shard

Miss many of their important moments

Unable to stay up and talk to them in their darkest moment

 

Yet I know my answer

I have been called

And I will go

I know it will be nearly impossibly hard

I know I will miss much

I know I will have to do the impossible

And trust them to God’s hand

And I know he will take care of them

And watch over them

And it will hurt to know they hurt

But it will also be wonderful to know

When all of their sorrows are turned into joys

And they can see themselves as God does

Wonderful and beautiful sons and daughters of his

Not idle praise but pure simple truth

This one kinda wandered all over the place as my thoughts did.

It’s beautiful.

[The Wandering Wizard he/him]

2 minutes ago, Ookla the Believer said:

It’s beautiful.

Thank you

[Weaver of Lies he/him]

11 hours ago, Ookla the Raveness said:

Let go

  Reveal hidden contents

A thought passed through my mind while doing the dishes

It was a hard thought

A very very hard thought

And I know where it came from

 

God asked me if I would be willing 

To trust him

That there would be someone else

For the friend who I care deepest of all for

If it wasn’t me

 

I do not know

If it will be yes or no

Just that he asked me to be willing

And my free soul cried

Yes, yes I will

 

Merely seconds later my mind reasserted itself

And I wanted to say no

But I knew what I had answered

And what I believed

 

It’s hard to trust my dearest friends into his hands

Because I feel like I should do something

That there should be something I can do to help

That something will happen the instant that I do

But that’s not how he works or how he ever will

 

I have to trust that there will be other people

That they will find in person

To help them and to give them what they need

And it may take a long long time 

But there will be someone

And it makes me cry

Because I hurt for them

In their seeming forever waiting

For someone to see them

And I wish I could

I wish I could see when they need someone to talk to them

And be with them in their darkest times 

But I can’t

Because I’m far away

And soon won’t be able to even talk to them regularly

And it hurts

It hurts so badly

Because of how much I will miss

Miss them

Miss all the new wonderful people on the shard

Miss many of their important moments

Unable to stay up and talk to them in their darkest moment

 

Yet I know my answer

I have been called

And I will go

I know it will be nearly impossibly hard

I know I will miss much

I know I will have to do the impossible

And trust them to God’s hand

And I know he will take care of them

And watch over them

And it will hurt to know they hurt

But it will also be wonderful to know

When all of their sorrows are turned into joys

And they can see themselves as God does

Wonderful and beautiful sons and daughters of his

Not idle praise but pure simple truth

This one kinda wandered all over the place as my thoughts did.

*hugs*
It’s really amazing Wiz! 

[The Wandering Wizard he/him]

8 minutes ago, Ookla the foolish said:

*hugs*
It’s really amazing Wiz! 

Thanks Lightweaver

[The Wandering Wizard he/him]

Also I'm going to start taking prompts again!

[Edema Rue she/her]

10 hours ago, Ookla the Raveness said:

Also I'm going to start taking prompts again!

A wing flaps, then again, then one last time...and then its still save for a single, glowing feather.

(hehe I started typing and that happened, you don't need to do anything with it).

[Just-A-Stick she/her]

22 hours ago, Ookla the Raveness said:

Let go

  Reveal hidden contents

A thought passed through my mind while doing the dishes

It was a hard thought

A very very hard thought

And I know where it came from

 

God asked me if I would be willing 

To trust him

That there would be someone else

For the friend who I care deepest of all for

If it wasn’t me

 

I do not know

If it will be yes or no

Just that he asked me to be willing

And my free soul cried

Yes, yes I will

 

Merely seconds later my mind reasserted itself

And I wanted to say no

But I knew what I had answered

And what I believed

 

It’s hard to trust my dearest friends into his hands

Because I feel like I should do something

That there should be something I can do to help

That something will happen the instant that I do

But that’s not how he works or how he ever will

 

I have to trust that there will be other people

That they will find in person

To help them and to give them what they need

And it may take a long long time 

But there will be someone

And it makes me cry

Because I hurt for them

In their seeming forever waiting

For someone to see them

And I wish I could

I wish I could see when they need someone to talk to them

And be with them in their darkest times 

But I can’t

Because I’m far away

And soon won’t be able to even talk to them regularly

And it hurts

It hurts so badly

Because of how much I will miss

Miss them

Miss all the new wonderful people on the shard

Miss many of their important moments

Unable to stay up and talk to them in their darkest moment

 

Yet I know my answer

I have been called

And I will go

I know it will be nearly impossibly hard

I know I will miss much

I know I will have to do the impossible

And trust them to God’s hand

And I know he will take care of them

And watch over them

And it will hurt to know they hurt

But it will also be wonderful to know

When all of their sorrows are turned into joys

And they can see themselves as God does

Wonderful and beautiful sons and daughters of his

Not idle praise but pure simple truth

This one kinda wandered all over the place as my thoughts did.

Sorry I only saw this now!

It's beautiful! 

good job, Wizzy!

[The Wandering Wizard he/him]

9 minutes ago, Ookla the Believer said:

A wing flaps, then again, then one last time...and then its still save for a single, glowing feather.

(hehe I started typing and that happened, you don't need to do anything with it).

No I love this so much :3

*cough* you might get a rewritten Aero death scene *cough*

Just now, Ookla-The-Stick said:

Sorry I only saw this now!

It's beautiful! 

good job, Wizzy!

Thanks Sticky

[Edema Rue she/her]

1 minute ago, Ookla the Raveness said:

No I love this so much :3

*cough* you might get a rewritten Aero death scene *cough*

Thanks Sticky

...and I will cry. A lot. Especially if it happens before I've slept tonight.

[The Wandering Wizard he/him]

1 minute ago, Ookla the Believer said:

...and I will cry. A lot. Especially if it happens before I've slept tonight.

Well it probably won't be tonight but it will be soon enough

And yes...it will probably be sadder :3 

[The Wandering Wizard he/him]

On 12/6/2023 at 9:54 PM, Ookla the Believer said:

A wing flaps, then again, then one last time...and then its still save for a single, glowing feather.

(hehe I started typing and that happened, you don't need to do anything with it).

Raven

Spoiler

Once I knew a Raven man. His hair was golden and his laugh pure.

He freed me from my shackles, from the thorns encircling me. 

He gave me my name, my identity.

Around him I never doubted who I was. Because I knew who I wanted to be when around him.

When the nightmares came. When I was forced to relive my past, again and again. 

He was there, his arms encircling and protecting me. Holding me so that I could sleep. 

He was a warrior

A poet

A loyal husband

But never a father

He never got to see the wonderful young women these girls have grown into. They are not of our blood but still they have agreed to be my daughters. Which means they are also his daughters.

And I know that he knows

Because he died

A second time

For them

 

His massive raven form

Was clawed and burned

Bruised and broken to protect them while they tried to solve the great mystery of this world.

 

That day I lost not just my Raven again, but my daughters as well.

My daughters gave their lives to fix what was wrong with the world.

They vanished but oh my sweet, wonderful crow was left behind.

I was at his side in an instant and he smiled at me as a crow one last time.

His wings flapping again, and again and then no more.

Quietly his form fades to the air, returning to where he came from.

Leaving behind only a single glowing feather and a grieving mother.

@Ookla the Believer It's finished  :3

[Edema Rue she/her]

11 hours ago, Ookla the Raveness said:

Raven

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Once I knew a Raven man. His hair was golden and his laugh pure.

He freed me from my shackles, from the thorns encircling me. 

He gave me my name, my identity.

Around him I never doubted who I was. Because I knew who I wanted to be when around him.

When the nightmares came. When I was forced to relive my past, again and again. 

He was there, his arms encircling and protecting me. Holding me so that I could sleep. 

He was a warrior

A poet

A loyal husband

But never a father

He never got to see the wonderful young women these girls have grown into. They are not of our blood but still they have agreed to be my daughters. Which means they are also his daughters.

And I know that he knows

Because he died

A second time

For them

 

His massive raven form

Was clawed and burned

Bruised and broken to protect them while they tried to solve the great mystery of this world.

 

That day I lost not just my Raven again, but my daughters as well.

My daughters gave their lives to fix what was wrong with the world.

They vanished but oh my sweet, wonderful crow was left behind.

I was at his side in an instant and he smiled at me as a crow one last time.

His wings flapping again, and again and then no more.

Quietly his form fades to the air, returning to where he came from.

Leaving behind only a single glowing feather and a grieving mother.

@Ookla the Believer It's finished  :3

Woah. Woah. That's awesome.

[The Wandering Wizard he/him]

Just now, Ookla the Believer said:

Woah. Woah. That's awesome.

Thank you!!!!!!! 

[Just-A-Stick she/her]

Good job!

 

I love it!

[Just a Silvereye he/him]

On 12/8/2023 at 7:20 AM, Ookla the Raveness said:

Raven

  Reveal hidden contents

Once I knew a Raven man. His hair was golden and his laugh pure.

He freed me from my shackles, from the thorns encircling me. 

He gave me my name, my identity.

Around him I never doubted who I was. Because I knew who I wanted to be when around him.

When the nightmares came. When I was forced to relive my past, again and again. 

He was there, his arms encircling and protecting me. Holding me so that I could sleep. 

He was a warrior

A poet

A loyal husband

But never a father

He never got to see the wonderful young women these girls have grown into. They are not of our blood but still they have agreed to be my daughters. Which means they are also his daughters.

And I know that he knows

Because he died

A second time

For them

 

His massive raven form

Was clawed and burned

Bruised and broken to protect them while they tried to solve the great mystery of this world.

 

That day I lost not just my Raven again, but my daughters as well.

My daughters gave their lives to fix what was wrong with the world.

They vanished but oh my sweet, wonderful crow was left behind.

I was at his side in an instant and he smiled at me as a crow one last time.

His wings flapping again, and again and then no more.

Quietly his form fades to the air, returning to where he came from.

Leaving behind only a single glowing feather and a grieving mother.

@Ookla the Believer It's finished  :3

Wow. Incredible.

[The Wandering Wizard he/him]

On 12/8/2023 at 3:07 PM, Ookla-The-Stick said:

Good job!

 

I love it!

5 hours ago, Ookla the Dreamer said:

Wow. Incredible.

Tank oo both!!!!! (totally not ripping off Eddie )

Hehe this was a fun idea though short

Silent night

Spoiler

Twas the night before Christmas and not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

Except for me, worries and troubles spinning round and round my head.

Soon I heard the quiet sound of chiseling and quiet weeping.

Wondering what was going on I slipped on my slippers and dash downstairs.

And there I found him, jolly old Saint Nick.

Kneeling before a picture of Jesus, wood shavings littered around him

He turned around then, facing me with tears in his eyes

Quickly his smiled returned and he wiped away his tears. 

"Sorry about the mess," he replied. "I'll clean it up now and be on my way."

I stood befuddled as he scooped up all the shavings into his bag and winking at me he stood in the chimney and disappeared.

I stared at what he had left behind, a newly made wooden manger for the baby Jesus.

Ours had disappeared and we'd never found it. 

Soon I found tears welling in my own eyes, and a note quietly appeared on the fireplace

Picking it up I read:

Sorry for suddenly disappearing

I saw that you were without a manger and simply couldn't leave him without one.

And I feel I was moved by God to do so

He knows who you are

He's been an amazing example for me to learn from, for how to love all of the world

Watch and learn from him and you will become amazing

One who can see the broken hearted and lonely

Pray before you help, even just in your heart

And he will aid and guide you

In your darkest nights, he will be there

He will reach out and fill your soul with peace and love

He is never far, all you have to do is call his name

All of this is for a reason

You may not see now

Nor for a long time

But

But you will catch glimpses

And you'll find reasons for why life has been so hard for you

The main one I've found is to help another soul struggling and looking for any branch to pull them out of the river.

And he has asked you to be that branch for them.

You will have to dip into the river but his hands guide you

He

will

not

let 

you

fall

Trust in him 

Please, please trust in him

He will not let you go

He will make something beautiful out of you and your life

Please keep holding on

And you'll see the reason for your pain

The reason for the world

- Your spiritual brother and a humble servant of God, Santa

 

Then fell the tears, much faster than before.

And light and love filled the room.

And I sat basking in it.

Eventually I went to sleep once more.

My aching heart stilled and worries finally calmed.

And I slept in peace.

[Edema Rue she/her]

51 minutes ago, Ookla the Raveness said:

Tank oo both!!!!! (totally not ripping off Eddie )

Hehe this was a fun idea though short

Silent night

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Twas the night before Christmas and not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

Except for me, worries and troubles spinning round and round my head.

Soon I heard the quiet sound of chiseling and quiet weeping.

Wondering what was going on I slipped on my slippers and dash downstairs.

And there I found him, jolly old Saint Nick.

Kneeling before a picture of Jesus, wood shavings littered around him

He turned around then, facing me with tears in his eyes

Quickly his smiled returned and he wiped away his tears. 

"Sorry about the mess," he replied. "I'll clean it up now and be on my way."

I stood befuddled as he scooped up all the shavings into his bag and winking at me he stood in the chimney and disappeared.

I stared at what he had left behind, a newly made wooden manger for the baby Jesus.

Ours had disappeared and we'd never found it. 

Soon I found tears welling in my own eyes, and a note quietly appeared on the fireplace

Picking it up I read:

Sorry for suddenly disappearing

I saw that you were without a manger and simply couldn't leave him without one.

And I feel I was moved by God to do so

He knows who you are

He's been an amazing example for me to learn from, for how to love all of the world

Watch and learn from him and you will become amazing

One who can see the broken hearted and lonely

Pray before you help, even just in your heart

And he will aid and guide you

In your darkest nights, he will be there

He will reach out and fill your soul with peace and love

He is never far, all you have to do is call his name

All of this is for a reason

You may not see now

Nor for a long time

But

But you will catch glimpses

And you'll find reasons for why life has been so hard for you

The main one I've found is to help another soul struggling and looking for any branch to pull them out of the river.

And he has asked you to be that branch for them.

You will have to dip into the river but his hands guide you

He

will

not

let 

you

fall

Trust in him 

Please, please trust in him

He will not let you go

He will make something beautiful out of you and your life

Please keep holding on

And you'll see the reason for your pain

The reason for the world

- Your spiritual brother and a humble servant of God, Santa

 

Then fell the tears, much faster than before.

And light and love filled the room.

And I sat basking in it.

Eventually I went to sleep once more.

My aching heart stilled and worries finally calmed.

And I slept in peace.

(How dare youuuuuuu)

That was beautiful.

[The Wandering Wizard he/him]

Just now, Ookla the Believer said:

(How dare youuuuuuu)

That was beautiful.

Tank ooooooo!!!!!!  (hehe )

[Just-A-Stick she/her]

53 minutes ago, Ookla the Raveness said:

Tank oo both!!!!! (totally not ripping off Eddie )

Hehe this was a fun idea though short

Silent night

  Reveal hidden contents

Twas the night before Christmas and not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

Except for me, worries and troubles spinning round and round my head.

Soon I heard the quiet sound of chiseling and quiet weeping.

Wondering what was going on I slipped on my slippers and dash downstairs.

And there I found him, jolly old Saint Nick.

Kneeling before a picture of Jesus, wood shavings littered around him

He turned around then, facing me with tears in his eyes

Quickly his smiled returned and he wiped away his tears. 

"Sorry about the mess," he replied. "I'll clean it up now and be on my way."

I stood befuddled as he scooped up all the shavings into his bag and winking at me he stood in the chimney and disappeared.

I stared at what he had left behind, a newly made wooden manger for the baby Jesus.

Ours had disappeared and we'd never found it. 

Soon I found tears welling in my own eyes, and a note quietly appeared on the fireplace

Picking it up I read:

Sorry for suddenly disappearing

I saw that you were without a manger and simply couldn't leave him without one.

And I feel I was moved by God to do so

He knows who you are

He's been an amazing example for me to learn from, for how to love all of the world

Watch and learn from him and you will become amazing

One who can see the broken hearted and lonely

Pray before you help, even just in your heart

And he will aid and guide you

In your darkest nights, he will be there

He will reach out and fill your soul with peace and love

He is never far, all you have to do is call his name

All of this is for a reason

You may not see now

Nor for a long time

But

But you will catch glimpses

And you'll find reasons for why life has been so hard for you

The main one I've found is to help another soul struggling and looking for any branch to pull them out of the river.

And he has asked you to be that branch for them.

You will have to dip into the river but his hands guide you

He

will

not

let 

you

fall

Trust in him 

Please, please trust in him

He will not let you go

He will make something beautiful out of you and your life

Please keep holding on

And you'll see the reason for your pain

The reason for the world

- Your spiritual brother and a humble servant of God, Santa

 

Then fell the tears, much faster than before.

And light and love filled the room.

And I sat basking in it.

Eventually I went to sleep once more.

My aching heart stilled and worries finally calmed.

And I slept in peace.

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On 12/6/2023 at 12:38 AM, Ookla the Raveness said:

Let go

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A thought passed through my mind while doing the dishes

It was a hard thought

A very very hard thought

And I know where it came from

 

God asked me if I would be willing 

To trust him

That there would be someone else

For the friend who I care deepest of all for

If it wasn’t me

 

I do not know

If it will be yes or no

Just that he asked me to be willing

And my free soul cried

Yes, yes I will

 

Merely seconds later my mind reasserted itself

And I wanted to say no

But I knew what I had answered

And what I believed

 

It’s hard to trust my dearest friends into his hands

Because I feel like I should do something

That there should be something I can do to help

That something will happen the instant that I do

But that’s not how he works or how he ever will

 

I have to trust that there will be other people

That they will find in person

To help them and to give them what they need

And it may take a long long time 

But there will be someone

And it makes me cry

Because I hurt for them

In their seeming forever waiting

For someone to see them

And I wish I could

I wish I could see when they need someone to talk to them

And be with them in their darkest times 

But I can’t

Because I’m far away

And soon won’t be able to even talk to them regularly

And it hurts

It hurts so badly

Because of how much I will miss

Miss them

Miss all the new wonderful people on the shard

Miss many of their important moments

Unable to stay up and talk to them in their darkest moment

 

Yet I know my answer

I have been called

And I will go

I know it will be nearly impossibly hard

I know I will miss much

I know I will have to do the impossible

And trust them to God’s hand

And I know he will take care of them

And watch over them

And it will hurt to know they hurt

But it will also be wonderful to know

When all of their sorrows are turned into joys

And they can see themselves as God does

Wonderful and beautiful sons and daughters of his

Not idle praise but pure simple truth

This one kinda wandered all over the place as my thoughts did.

I haven’t been on here in a while and as soon as I get on? This?? so beautiful Wizzy.