#QuietAffection

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I regret not getting to know her better.

Even though I currently feel sad and lonely, I felt pretty good when I was with her. She's just too cute. I like the way she looks at me when she's thinking about kissing me, but she's too shy to do so. I also like it when she explains study subjects to her friends. She seems to be cold and distant, but sometimes, when we're together, she becomes shy and seeks my attention, hand, or a kiss. I find her cute, and I feel comfortable being around her. Although it is true that I would like to know her more, I regret not getting to know her better.

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*Whispers of a Simple Heart* is a delicate song, like a soft breeze that touches the gentle and sincere hearts. The track paints a picture of a love that is simple yet profoundly meaningful, where affection is not loud or extravagant but whispered through everyday moments. Its melody feels like the quiet murmurs of the heart, spreading warmth and serenity, inviting listeners back to pure, untainted emotions.

The lyrics capture the beauty in life’s little moments: a hand to hold, a loving gaze, or the comforting presence of someone special. The song acts as a soundtrack to everyday love stories, where the smallest gestures hold the greatest power to heal and bring hope. The melodies flow with grace, gently weaving through the song and creating an emotional depth that resonates with those who cherish simplicity in love.

The music brings a tender atmosphere, allowing listeners to get lost in a world where the simplest things shine the brightest, expressing a love that is quiet but eternal.

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Shunsuke Entry

Yuu and I have been friends for a long time. He’s loud and he likes to touch, but he’s mine and I wouldn’t trade him for anyone.

[possiblityitself]

Let Joy Shake Our Household

This prayer was written for Sunday morning worship, on a day in which the sermon topic was "The Stewardship of Creation." It was written on a morning when I had awoken to write early enough to see Orion's belt still on display in the early morning sky, a week when one of many deaths in the congregation was coated in an unkind family squabble, a month where cancer newly permeated the lives of many members, a moment when joy seemed necessary despite it all.

Globally, Donald Trump had just demanded all U.S. military personnel be removed from Syria, resulting in Turkish forces attacking the Kurds, Chile had just endured major street protests and a crush of violence after a hike in transportation fees, rare protests in Lebanon shifted national conversations about leadership and power, China continued to be embroiled in major protests in Hong Kong, and locally, Chicago Public Schools were again caught up in conflicts surrounding teacher contracts.

Linked are poems that inspired this prayer.

O God of bird song and morning breeze, let us walk slowly through the woods of your creation, let us go softly through starlight and moonbeam, let us be filled with this place, sacred, full, a quiet affection filling the room.

In simplicity, the bright sun rings with a quiet sound, and we know again the joy that can shake our whole household. Give us notes of joy, O God, a song of hope, filling us to the brim. For life is hard, and time is short, and ten thousand moments can pass us by without notice.

Fill us with your song of joy, O God, the melody of creation echoing off your love for us. Stand with us in the worries of yesterday, the unaccounted for pain that sharpened bit by bit, yesterday’s bouts of stress and strain, our unkindness that still needs forgiving, our hurt that still needs balm.

Settle near us, in the same places that ache today, in the wounds we carry to this place, in the broken heart hardly begun to be mended. Let your presence itself be relief. Let the inherent shape of your nearness nudges us toward what is possible, within all that is impossible.

Let us risk handing our burdens over to you. Let us give up the squabble, the scheme, the sowing of discord while we can, for the sake of a deeper hope, a mercy by mercy, a future rich with love. Be the engine of our gratitude, O God, and gradually, moment by moment, pull us out and up toward a new way of living, even as we keep stumbling along.

Show us the texture of a new life: one in which love for the beauty of this good green garden earth is met with the sacrifice and commitment of community. Let us be stewards of your creation. Let us tend to the stewardship of all that is green and growing. Let us embrace a departure from selfish human abundance, so that all creatures might sing love and life: sky and grass and every almost-extinct perfect species created from love and visible matter by you, the One in whom we place our trust, the One in whom we place our lives.

Be in every impossible place: in Syria and Turkey, in Lebanon and Israel, in Chile and China. Be in every impossible conflict from Chicago Public Schools to the White House. Be in every impossible diagnosis in our own households and hospitals and homes far from here where we’ve sent our loved ones. Be, O God. Be present, and hear us as we offer up to you the prayers of our hearts in faith and in silence.