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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