http://slow.writerscafe.org/progressivepilip The original writings of author Jabez en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776027416 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I stand between youand the God of Israelbecause I love you. I took all the painsand I poured out my bloodbecause I love you. I laid down my lifeand I rose up againbecause I love you. Do you see the scars in my hands?Do you see the pierce in my side? .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/progressivepilip/297289/ “CLAY JARS FOR SALE! CLAY JARS FOR SALE!” Desperately yelled an old man holding five, huge clay jars on his back. He’s already been selling around the market for half a day and no one seemed to be interested with his goods. It was mid day and the sun’s heat was tortu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/progressivepilip/275163/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/progressivepilip/275160/ My day has endedAnd I am still alone. Is this the price I payfor being happy yesterday? The moon is visible;I stare at it - alone. Is this the price I payfor being happy yesterday? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/progressivepilip/229264/ Tomorrow if I die,Please don't cry.Do not be at my funeral and please take off our wedding ring;Sell all my things and burn all my clothes;Relieve yourself of all our memories and discard all our photographs;Bury all my gifts and never look back;Forget who I was and Forget what i've.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/progressivepilip/224013/ To write my hate in  piece of paper,Is not as much as killing a man;where words are as Knifeand thoughts are as Fire.The Pen is my swordand I am its masterI slay with my wordsand I cut through soul.Yes, to write my hate in a piece of paperIs not as much as killing a man,But .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/progressivepilip/224000/ Tell me, how good it is to read between the lines?Is there something in between? Or is it plain and as it is?If I were to see and not think, would it do me any good?And if I try to read and analyze,Will I see if I try?Will I believe everything I see and expose my heart again?Or stay behi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/progressivepilip/223250/ When it came to rain, no one was aroundBut I was glad because I learned to stand on my ownTo stand in the cold and get wet by every bitter drop falling on meNo one was visible and I was there standing - aloneDevastated and soaked in loneliness I never imagined possibleThe rain poured .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/progressivepilip/223248/