<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rdf:RDF xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#"><channel rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/BlogRss.aspx/Raphael222"><title>~ Spiritual Poetry ~ - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Raphael222/</link><description>Memories, dreams, meditations, reflections, thoughts, poems.</description><sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase>2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Raphael222/710629" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Raphael222/710574" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Raphael222/710487" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Raphael222/710406" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Raphael222/710306" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Raphael222/710153" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Raphael222/710629"><title>Mind of a Poet</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Raphael222/710629</link><description>I have been producing all morning. Now, I want to consume, So my heart tells me. My heart? “Which heart are we talking about? My stubborn will? What I want – For good or for ill? For the sake of gratification? Or, Pharisee self-satisfaction? Or is it my heart of hearts? Transcendent with Christ?”...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Raphael222/710574"><title>The Only Thing That Counts is New Creation</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Raphael222/710574</link><description>I prayed - I asked the universe, What’s the most evolutionary, creative step for me, To do, right now?' I saw a vision - Ulysses tied to a mast. A ship plowing through ~~ Blue ocean billows. White foam, Bucking bronco buccaneer - And the sirens sang - And the sirens wept - And the sirens slept -...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Raphael222/710487"><title>“This is my beloved son, Listen to him.”</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Raphael222/710487</link><description>All there is, is Nothing but infinite possibilities physicists call: the zero point field. In the awareness of nothing lies choice - to create whatever you want. There are questions ever present pre-posed in this infinity. What am I? Who am I? Where am I?...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Raphael222/710406"><title>Desperate to Please God?</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Raphael222/710406</link><description>I prayed to God: “What do I do?” He said to me, “Do whatever you want to do.” I said to Him, “I don’t know what I want to do.” He said to me. “Then don’t do anything; but do it with excellence.” -------------------------------------------------------------- © Copyright 2012 Jonathan Sion</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Raphael222/710306"><title>Rose Petals - A Love Poem</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Raphael222/710306</link><description>These are for my heart ~ Rose petals floating, flying, freely - Dancing, Dropping, swirling, Slowly turning, Spreading perfume And rings of pearl, White gleaming jewels On the neck of a girl. The roses fade As they reach the shadow; Turn yellow in the sun, Blush and are done - Fall to the ground;...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Raphael222/710153"><title>‘And He created the stars also’ (Genesis 1:16)</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Raphael222/710153</link><description>Knowingness fills the deep, dark, Fathomless void forever... And a Spirit - shape of a man - Strides magnificent through this realm innocent... He grasps a handful of emptiness, dark matter, And scatters it far - - - To the furthest regions of space - And emptiness becomes a star And bursts into...</description></item></rdf:RDF>