The moon desires To loan your glow in August nights
Don't say; “i am a waste experiment”
The Lillies will swap places with you
Don't say; “my hope has departed into thin air and my life sits at the edge of hades”
The stump on wild wilderness will laugh uncontrollably, because
You've believed in a lie, That you are a waste of space
like a flint, lift up Your souls seeing eyes, Beyond these boulders
A new season is hidden within Your blind spots
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Job 14:7-9 New King James Version 7 “For there is hope for a tree, If it is cut down, that it will sprout again, And that its tender shoots will not cease. 8 Though its root may grow old in the earth, And its stump may die in the ground, 9 Yet at the scent of water it will bud And bring forth branches like a plant
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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You’re welcome. I like the contrast. The nature words are beautiful and melodious so the “ugly” (erroneous) self-statements really feel abrasive. Which of course adds to the whole meaning of the poem, in my opinion. 🙂 Also, it may resonate with me, in terms of my past and new season present. 😉 The image is very touching and really brings it together emotionally.
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Lovely ❤ I love the thought of the potential in the blind spots. And what a beautiful beginning, those first 3 lines!
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Thanks so much for your kind words. 🙏
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You’re welcome. I like the contrast. The nature words are beautiful and melodious so the “ugly” (erroneous) self-statements really feel abrasive. Which of course adds to the whole meaning of the poem, in my opinion. 🙂 Also, it may resonate with me, in terms of my past and new season present. 😉 The image is very touching and really brings it together emotionally.
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