Lay down your gloom and disbelief Come boldly to the presence of the Menorah Undress your fears: Bathe this fragile soul in liquid flashes of Love essence Moisturise thy hearts in its tenderness and ambience The essence of life is calling your soul, To converge with grace and purity O’ soul, leave this dance in the eternal theatre of uproar, and lift up thy eyes from within you, See the many faces of possibilities of menorah glory. Why, my Love. Why, my ransom. You feast yourself from the crumbs set on tables of the mundane You drink from cups of illusions Your heart is empty. Your soul is weary. Your spirit is the wilderness of Cush, without dew. A banqueting table set in the studio of two; just you and I. Just you and I Come, O’soul lover, to my banqueting table Come, O’soul lover, to my banqueting table Come, August child. My heart is yearning to dine with you; A table set for two; You and I O’ my love, soul hiding in the crevices of guilt, Drowned in the high tides of the imperfection ocean. At the shores of her imperfections and shame, There stood the overcomer, Calling her to anchor her soul: “Let me wash your face in my radiance, for My glory has arrived, my light has come; Devouring the darkness.
Phaneroò | Make Manifest | 🔺 “For You cause my lamp to be lighted and to shine; the Lord my God illumines my darkness.” Psalm 18:28 AMPC
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The soul is a tender bird. The heart is a brute lion. My home is Christ, My purpose is to redefine the soul of the nations. My language is love. On pilgrim paths, spilling oceans grace on dry places, until hidden seeds germinate, honoring the Ancient One — most&more.
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