Sunday, October 5, 2008
By Chance [Calliope form of poetry]
Chances are: The trees that make the forest do not hide the view. I have been blinded by lack of insight, yet my blindfold drapes. In my doubt, I swing a double blade axe, severing my milieu. Chances are: My thoughts lost among wild flowers and never grew. The fronds that make the ferns serve to...
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PURE OF HEART
Purity intrinsically a willingness of mind. Courage, an overture of grace, overtly blind! In trust affirmed prayer walking with our suffering servant, most vigilant! The mind of the willing, seek redemption. Lamenting to be empirically in His Hand, secure in His aureole. In scripture, rejoicing,...
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HARKEN
Hark, Harken! Heed the speaking trumpet, Similarly, as an ear trumpet! Become a trumpeter, proclaim your regard in the temple of faith with unusual solemnity, mindfully. Behold the trumpet of the Lord. Harken as never before! Notice the hushed attention. Hark quietly for the Lord! Blow your trumpet...
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