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  • 🇦🇷 A MI BANDERA 🇦🇷 En tu día, bandera mía
yo te dedico esta poesía.
Alta en el cielo, siempre flameando,
son tus colores nuestro legado.

Por los valores, que se han perdido,
yo me disculpo como argentino.
Celeste y blanca, un sol eterno;
eres la guía que necesita nuestro pueblo. 
Cuando te veo, yo me emociono, 
Bandera mía, sos un tesoro. 
Pienso en Malvinas, en nuestra Patria, 
en nuestros héroes y sus enseñanzas. 
A mi bandera, yo le dedico, 
estás palabras y le repito:
Bandera mía, sos un tesoro. 
Por ti: orgullo, honor y respeto. 
Autora: Agustina Durigón

#DíaDeLaBandera #20dejunio #Argentina #poesía #poetry #Orgullo #Honor #Respeto
  • 🇦🇷 A MI BANDERA 🇦🇷 En tu día, bandera mía
    yo te dedico esta poesía.
    Alta en el cielo, siempre flameando,
    son tus colores nuestro legado.

    Por los valores, que se han perdido,
    yo me disculpo como argentino.
    Celeste y blanca, un sol eterno;
    eres la guía que necesita nuestro pueblo.
    Cuando te veo, yo me emociono,
    Bandera mía, sos un tesoro.
    Pienso en Malvinas, en nuestra Patria,
    en nuestros héroes y sus enseñanzas.
    A mi bandera, yo le dedico,
    estás palabras y le repito:
    Bandera mía, sos un tesoro.
    Por ti: orgullo, honor y respeto.
    Autora: Agustina Durigón

    #DíaDeLaBandera #20dejunio #Argentina #poesía #poetry #Orgullo #Honor #Respeto
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  • rebirth
  • rebirth
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  • one day 
all of this
will be only memory.
i need you to remember that.
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  • one day
    all of this
    will be only memory.
    i need you to remember that.
    ___________________________
    tag, share & follow
    www.zachwhitman.nyc
    fb | @zachwhitmanlive
    twtr | @wordsbyzach
    #zachwhitmanpoetry
    {queensboro bridge, new york}
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  • Pre-order my new book ‘A Reason to Keep Breathing’ from the link in my bio today, and you’ll get a signed copy of the book, a signed poem, and a bookmark all for free!! It’ll be extra when the book is out, so I suggest doing that while you still can. Love and light!!
  • Pre-order my new book ‘A Reason to Keep Breathing’ from the link in my bio today, and you’ll get a signed copy of the book, a signed poem, and a bookmark all for free!! It’ll be extra when the book is out, so I suggest doing that while you still can. Love and light!!
  •  8,706  42  8 hours ago
  • As a teaching pastor, you don’t really get to see the fruits of your labor. There is no  shiny new product made at the end of the process. There aren’t a bunch of client testimonials on your Yelp page

This doesn’t mean that there is no fruit. It just means that it usually occurs in the unseen places. It’s a tiny heart change in the middle of a message. It’s a silent prayer prayed during a reflection time. It’s a change made as a result of something you said that you will never know about

This is usually pretty hard for me to accept as someone who loves accomplishment and measuring my successes. Every time I step off the stage, I feel surrounded by insecure thoughts about everything I just shared, because I don’t know if it was “good” or “effective”. But ultimately, I believe it is teaching me that my teaching isn’t about me. It’s not about me feeling validated, or like I did a “good job”, it’s about both myself and the hearers experiencing life change

Most of all, it’s teaching me how to trust God. I have to trust that even though I can’t see the fruit, it is there. And it will continue to be there so long as I show up, dig deep into my soul, and put God in charge

Maybe you question whether the work you do, or the relationship you’ve been investing in really matters. Maybe you’re not seeing much fruit in it right now. While this is hard, it’s also necessary. Because a seed doesn’t get planted where you can see it, it gets planted underground, in the unseen places. If you keep showing up though, if you stick around long enough, and if you trust God, you might just get to see some fruit
  • As a teaching pastor, you don’t really get to see the fruits of your labor. There is no shiny new product made at the end of the process. There aren’t a bunch of client testimonials on your Yelp page

    This doesn’t mean that there is no fruit. It just means that it usually occurs in the unseen places. It’s a tiny heart change in the middle of a message. It’s a silent prayer prayed during a reflection time. It’s a change made as a result of something you said that you will never know about

    This is usually pretty hard for me to accept as someone who loves accomplishment and measuring my successes. Every time I step off the stage, I feel surrounded by insecure thoughts about everything I just shared, because I don’t know if it was “good” or “effective”. But ultimately, I believe it is teaching me that my teaching isn’t about me. It’s not about me feeling validated, or like I did a “good job”, it’s about both myself and the hearers experiencing life change

    Most of all, it’s teaching me how to trust God. I have to trust that even though I can’t see the fruit, it is there. And it will continue to be there so long as I show up, dig deep into my soul, and put God in charge

    Maybe you question whether the work you do, or the relationship you’ve been investing in really matters. Maybe you’re not seeing much fruit in it right now. While this is hard, it’s also necessary. Because a seed doesn’t get planted where you can see it, it gets planted underground, in the unseen places. If you keep showing up though, if you stick around long enough, and if you trust God, you might just get to see some fruit
  •  884  28  8 hours ago
  • New spoken word poem out now!
“Again I’m praying "God, I don't know. Amen." I’m lost and found below and between constant confusion. 
Searching for something, anything to remind me of Your faithfulness, Your patience, Your promise to me.

My words are reaching, but would you keep me somewhere between Your grace and peace.

God, I don’t know. Amen.”
  • New spoken word poem out now!
    “Again I’m praying "God, I don't know. Amen." I’m lost and found below and between constant confusion.
    Searching for something, anything to remind me of Your faithfulness, Your patience, Your promise to me.

    My words are reaching, but would you keep me somewhere between Your grace and peace.

    God, I don’t know. Amen.”
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  • i miss how happy i was with you
  • i miss how happy i was with you
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