Inspirational Verses Novels & Stories

Koven deeply empathized with Lucy’s words because he had walked a similar path before. He faced criticism from people when he was having a hard time feeling inspired. Although things had improved for him now, he had never forgotten how that felt. “It’s okay. Inspiration will come around eventually, whether it be when you see a fallen leaf on the street, feel the wind brush against your face, see the ripples of a lake, watch people walking by, gaze at the clouds in the sky, or admire the moon at night.

[Ezra] ~You asked if you wrote it right. And I said all your jumbled words make more sense to me than the verses of classic poems and paintings of famous artists.~ ~I wish I had the same ability to comprehend myself as I deciphered you once. Maybe then I’d be able to rest the storm that plagues me.~ ~I am soaked in the rain of your memories that I drown at every drizzle and fail to find a way to breathe in this downpour.~

| {In the fell clutch of circumstance} {I have not winced nor cried aloud} | What keeps repeating in my head are the words of the poem "Invictus" by William Ernest Henley; something the Sisters taught me at Nuestra Señora de la Buen Viaje and I memorized as a child. I used to recite the same words to myself during severe attacks of depression. I guess I forgot that I knew them, just like many other parts of my childhood. “I said…” I tell Septimus, a little louder this time, “… you’re wrong.”

* I saw the beauty of the sky Colors so vibrant you'd think they never die * I saw the beauty of the waves Every splash telling a story of younger days * I saw the beauty of the rains Every drop falling freely like horses without reins * I saw the beauty of the night For only then were the stars alight * I saw the beauty in the flames of a fire Each one burning with a different desire * I saw the beauty of Gold Glistening with bitter stories untold * Oh I saw the beauty of dust and clay Simple reminders of our end someday.

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She knew Someone watched her still. Her fingers reached to the cloth tied around her waist. From within, she drew a small scrap of parchment. It held verses she had once written herself — lines of psalms and prophecies, inked in haste, in the days when her heart burned to know more of the divine. She opened it now with trembling fingers and read aloud in her weakened voice “He who sits in the heavens shall laugh. He shall scatter the wicked with the breath of His mouth. He shall lift the righteous from the pit,

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she repeated the lines with a pleasant touch of the chords and tears rolled down her eyes. She used to hear the song in worship and it always touched her heart when she remembered His promise. The Lord will be always with her, as said in Isaiah 43:2-3; "When you pass through the waters, I'll be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you; when you walk through fire you shall not be burned, and the flame shall not consume you, for I am the Lord our God, the Holy One of Israel, your Savior."

"I've thought of that already. It's no big deal. I'll be fine anyway. We'll be fine, okay. Stay calm." I was quiet for a while. I had a bad feeling, my instincts weren't pessimistic about our stay there. I tried to distract myself but the silence wasn't helping. Then I remembered a verse I loved, from the bible that I even made into a song. Unconscious, I began to recite out loud. ✝ Psalms 91:5 "I shalt not be afraid of the terror by night; nor for the arrow that flieth by day; Nor for the pestilence that walketh in darkness;

So, we traveled toward the dock, wishing we would not run out of gas. From afar, I can see smoke coming out of that high metal structure. It smelled like burning flesh. The odor reached even this far. How dare you, people. May you all rot in hell. Forever. I will never forget you all for what you have done to my family. Where did God go in these trying times? These bible verses were recited by Mom at us every bedtime. She said that we should memorize it all. Put all your hope in the grace that will be yours. 1 Peter 1:13