http://slow.writerscafe.org/CRNicolas The original writings of author Carl R Nicolas en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1779890758 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I stay far away so the two of us can exist. Being too close causes friction, and stepping away has become my survival tactic. It is how I preserve our peace, ensuring you can grow and shine without de http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRNicolas/3135253/ Among all the wonders God placed into the world, His greatest living miracles is a mother. A reflection of compassion, sacrifice, protection, mercy, patience, and unconditional love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRNicolas/3134052/ The first heartbeat we ever trusted… was our mother’s... 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I feel the fiery hope of something more, while you stand in the calm waters of the present... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRNicolas/3132943/ On this spinning earth, we are standing in a heavy, gray downpour of violence, a violence that does not only scream in the physical blow, but whispers in our words, poisons our attitudes, grows in o http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRNicolas/3132860/ Somewhere along this long and winding road, many of us were taught that to give is to plant, that to love is to secure, that to sacrifice is to build a future where hands will one day reach back for o http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRNicolas/3132794/ I move with the crowd, matching their rhythm, mirror their smiles, blend into the ordinary, but beneath this forced practiced normalcy, there is a storm that never learned to rest... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRNicolas/3132531/ Every morning that dares to begin again, my first quiet truth is you... 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No alarm clock, no tug on your sleeve, no demands, no one waiting to share the story of their day or to hear the story of yours...no voices calling your nam http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRNicolas/3131232/ There was only one life… one life that could carry the weight of a broken world, one life pure enough to stand where all others had fallen, one life righteous enough to answer heaven’s call... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRNicolas/3130993/ The gift of life is not merely a product of chance, it is the signature of God, the Creator… the Sustainer… the One who whispered existence into the silence... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRNicolas/3130702/ We have been taught to fear the knife. We have been taught that the greatest wound is the one inflicted by a hand we trusted. The betrayal. The broken promise... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRNicolas/3130701/ I am Not Afraid of Storms… It’s easy to love the sunny days... right? The smooth, calm waters where the horizon is clear. But I know that the ocean of life doesn’t stay quiet for long. The wind will http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRNicolas/3130700/ I let you slip away. I didn't see the magic right in front of me, and I totally... I absolutely blew it. I was a fool, blinded by the ordinary when something extraordinary was standing right there... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRNicolas/3130612/ Before the empty tomb, there was the silent, shadowed garden... Before the triumphant sunrise, there was the brutal, broken Friday... Before the glory, there was the agonizing surrender... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRNicolas/3130611/ How do I forget you? Tell me, how does one erase the light, when the eyes have known only the sun? How do I forget you when you are that joy I refuse to surrender...how do I erase a feeling that has http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRNicolas/3130549/ Abandonment… is a wound with many layers...Not just being left, but being neglected... Layered in silence. Layered in absence. Layered in the kind of pain that doesn’t scream, but lingers… quiet… an http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRNicolas/3130547/ I am throwing open the doors of my dreams…wide... I am more whole when you rest within my arms... when your heartbeat finds mine without searching... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRNicolas/3130474/ A sudden stumble. A frantic, forced detour. A broken promise. A plan no longer sure. We call it a "wrong turn." A catastrophe. A ruinous mistake in the heart of our history... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRNicolas/3130473/ And then… there was you... And in that light, I realized, you were never passing through… you would always be right there, beside me... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRNicolas/3130472/ Even the longest nighthas never learned how to bargain with the dawn It does not plead, it does not resist, it simply surrenders... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRNicolas/3130471/ Imagine you’re walking. Your plans are perfectly laid out for the day. The path ahead is clear. And then… it starts to rain... Not a drizzle. Not a passing shower. But a sudden, cold, relentless down http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRNicolas/3130470/ Remember me… when I leave and never return...as a chapter that refused to fade... ink pressed deep into the pages of your life... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRNicolas/3130469/ Time carries us like a river moving us forward, whether we are ready for the current or not... We are just passing through, like the wind through the pines...here for a breath, and then gone... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRNicolas/3130468/ Imagine if we knew...If humanity knew exactly when the final hour would fall, we would wake up... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRNicolas/3130315/ They call me a fool...I see every fracture, every sharp edge of your love that cuts my flesh... Let the world keep its judgment, for they have never tasted this particular fire... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRNicolas/3130230/ I took the weight they gave me, and gave it a purpose... Not to relive the wound, but to translate it, so no one else would feel alone inside theirs... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRNicolas/3130229/ I know how much we have left, but not what is left of us... And that is the quiet ache, isn’t it? Not the ending… but the not knowing what still breathes between us. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRNicolas/3130227/ We’ve all been there. Standing in the middle of a season that just… hurts... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRNicolas/3130139/ The past is a memory, the future a dream; neither exists...The present is not found yesterday or tomorrow; it is the gift of now...it stands with you, right here... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRNicolas/3130138/ I am locked in...the world falls quiet...the horizon has narrowed down to just one person... it’s you I stay...every part of me that used to wander has finally come home... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRNicolas/3130137/ They look at you, count the lines, and coldly name the number. It’s hard—aging spares no one, stealing youth and pulling back the mask of time... Yes… aging has no mercy... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRNicolas/3130040/ We must accept and respect the decision of many legendary figures, often perceived as superhuman or ageless... those who have achieved extraordinary success, fame, and impact, to withdraw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRNicolas/3130039/ No one dies from a love that isn’t meant for them... A mismatched connection is not a tragedy... Some loves fade, not in tragedy, but in truth... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRNicolas/3130038/ Even if you cannot feel it right now, a quiet force perches within you, indestructible... The sun has not gone anywhere... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRNicolas/3129967/ Lift me up Lord! from the weight I can’t carry alone... Guide my steps along the path You’ve already prepared, even when I cannot see where it leads. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRNicolas/3129966/ I find myself wishing for something impossible... I want... I want you to give me your eyes... Give me your eyes, not to take, but to feel the way you see me... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRNicolas/3129965/ Twenty Years. A lifetime, standing still. Looking back, quiet regret whispers, "I could have..." You had the dream, the chance, the potential, but you let them stay dreams, just out of reach... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRNicolas/3129891/ Waking up is not a routine; it is a resurrection. It is the first victory of the day, a triumph snatched from the silent hours by the hand of God... You were not awakened by your alarm, your strength, http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRNicolas/3129890/ I made mistakes, but I did not quit. Where the road bends, I follow. Where it disappears, I step anyway, not because it’s easy, but because I refuse to turn back... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRNicolas/3129816/ There was an announcement on the radio, someone left his heart’s tag back in the mountains... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRNicolas/3129815/ Some truths don’t bend, you can pour all the sugar water in the world over a lemon... but it will still taste sour... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRNicolas/3129814/ You are woven into its meaning...In you, my days find their light, my steps their direction... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRNicolas/3129741/ Don’t chase what shouts, not every loud thing has a heartbeat...Listen instead for what’s quietly missing... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRNicolas/3129739/ To dance in the rain is not about waiting for the sun to come back...No, it is about finding joy in the middle of the deluge. It is a promise that physical separation is just a short pause, a fiction http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRNicolas/3129738/ Morning prayer is the divine kick-start that trades anxiety for calm strength, fueling your willpower with heavenly purpose before the day’s demands begin... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRNicolas/3129737/