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The sky is not completely dark at night. Were the sky absolutely dark, one would not be able to see the silhouette of an object against the sky.
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Kóinonia
Bring wine,
my soul is a metal ball in the yard
When you are there
I am a fireball released from the peak of mountains,
a bird out of a cage,
a lion at the pride land
When you are there
my heart is a million love letters
read by a million broken hearts
All I am
an empty vase without a flower
when you are not here
Longing
my soul longs for the river.
Come, bring me water, my cup is dry.
When you are here I am sugar ocean
without you, I have become a desert
Come...
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BlóoMER
When I see your face
the candle inside me becomes a million
blooming stars and moonlights,
dancing on the
edges of my insecurities
Pure honey, sweet rivers, crystal fountain
Your face is pure honey, O’ radiant one
Your face is a sweet river O’ ancient one
a crystal fountain in the desert, you are
O’ the desire of the nations
When I see your face
All faces become liquid gold in my gaze
Because I see all men with your eyes
within my eyes
Illuminate the darkness within my eyes;
I will see all things in its
glorified fashion, in it’s sweetness,
in its tasteful essence
The world died twice. The world died twice
He refused to be baptised in your face, in your light,
But drowning in the world, because he loves the world
More than the light of your face;
The source of his breath.
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LoVèth
Oh, that this carnal appetites of the soul
will lose its inferno
burning inside this fragile temples of a lower man,
who is
sufficient and whole;
partaking from the insufficiency of thy presence.
Dying, dying, dying!
May I die from the appeals of the mundane
becoming worthy of you, O’ Lord
My heart is numb towards thy kingdom and it’s righteousness, but my soul is alive to what you loathe
O’ life-giving spirit, the warmth of the Father, the purifying furnace of God
Quickened my spirit like a young deer panting for heavenly waters in the wild, to quench my soul of it’s thirst
Dying, dying, dying!
To the impulses of the flesh, the mundane
Finding a seat in your presence;
Captured by the effulgence of your glory
– 📸: unknown artist
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A Trinket
This is so profound. The higher calling demands a surrender on the altar of reverence. The master is calling, our Lord Jesus needs functionaries to represent His Kingdom, on this side of life
I never noticed this until today. In the account of the “rich young ruler,” Mark considered it important enough to include it in his narrative. The Scripture reads, “And as he (Jesus) was setting out on his journey, a man ran up and knelt before him and asked, “Good Teacher, what must I do to inherit eternal life?(Mark 10:17)”
Running to Jesus
The young man RAN to Jesus. This man had intent. He had determination. He had identified the source of what he had been seeking. We know this because he didn’t just run to Jesus but he caused Jesus to stop His journey. This is significant. Abraham did a similar thing, for we find in Genesis 18:2, “Abraham looked up and saw three men standing nearby. When he saw them, he hurried from the entrance of his tent to meet them and bowed low…
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INFLUX
There is a reason I never gave up. Because love never gave up on me
Metals are pliable under heat. The wildflower leaps in ethereal appeal; aligned with the sun. The soul is agile and majestic when it mingles with love
Men give up on men, but love do not. Love is not a man. man, he only animates love if he’s acquainted with love. Man in itself is a decay. The best of men is death and corruption; without love. He is fragile and most often than not he acts from the impulse of decay, when love is not his orientation
There is a reason love is patient and kind. Absolutely, nothing under Gods skies makes love pull back and sit over the fence. He goes to war with you, even to the depths of hell, holding your soul in comfort, and in hope, until the fire, his restore is set at your feet to run to where your name is engraved
the reason I’ll never give up in life. I know where love dwells, and I know how to stand under it’s crystalline fountain until my heart is one with all it has to offer
Then there are the carriers of love. There are selfless entities whose pleasure are tied up to how many times they let others in, to drink from their golden cups. their ego dust has been buried under the dust. They do not live for themselves, yet do they not deprive themselves of their share. Their life mission is to live for others as conduits of the ocean.
– Ag. McDaniels | Influx Of Love | June 10, 2020
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