#God
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Not a measure of space—but as near as the breath that leaves our lips,the assured hope of a prayer unfurled in faith,the heartbeat that stirs when love takes root. Heaven is not some distant star,but a flaming flicker in the human soul,a reflection of the divineetched into our essence, our identity. It’s as close as… Read more
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Lord, this seasonlives in the absence of color,yet You remain—etched in every branchthat stretches skyward,in every brittle blade of grassasleep beneath the frost. Our landscape is stripped bare,the earth laid openlike a rune of quiet surrender.And yet, all remains full.Full of the hum of stillness,the hush of snowthat falls in silken serenity,revealing Your hand. Teach… Read more
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God is not magic,not smoke or show—He is the breathin the seeds we sow. Stop wishing for wonders,start bending your knee;in prayer, you’ll findwhat was always meant to be. Read more
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His love, they say, is reckless, wild,Like winds that chase the wayward child.No walls too high, no heart too far,No wound too deep to leave a scar. He seeks the lost with fervent grace,Unmoved by scorn or shame’s embrace.The broken find in Him their rest,The outcast, welcomed as His guest. No caution in the love… Read more
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Do we carve the air with silvered speech,Only to let it fall,A polished echo of promises,Too brittle to stand tall? We speak of love like it’s a flame,A holy warmth, divine,Yet hold it close within our hearts,Afraid to let it shine. What good is light that seeks no dark,A river that will not flow?What worth… Read more
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It is not enough to sit still, hands folded,as if the world turns without our longing.Advent is a practice of noticing—the way the light changes by the hour,how the frost etches its delicate laceon the windowpane,and the silence hums with expectation. This waiting is not empty.It is a stirring, a gathering—like birds preparing for flight,their… Read more
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O Flame of Love,kindled in the quiet of Bethlehem’s night,Your light stretches across the ages,unfolding the mystery of a lovethat stoops low to lift us high. Love eternal, clothed in frail flesh,You came not in a bolt of lightning,but in the gentle breath of an infant’s cry.A love unrelenting, born to bearthe weight of a… Read more
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The earth holds its breath in the twilight,a hushed stillness cloaked in ancient longing.The skies stretch wide, their stars trembling,as if they too wait for the dawn of glory. Time folds inward, bearing the weight of hope,fragile yet fierce, pressed into every shadow.The prophets’ whispers echo in the silence,each word a flame flickering against despair.… Read more
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Advent is the crack of dawn before light,not absence but the tender weight of approach.It is the stillness that trembles with purpose,the air heavy with the scent of an unseen rain. We do not wait as stones wait for the tide,unmoved and inert, shaped only by time.We wait as seeds press against the dark soil,restless… Read more
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Advent is no soft hymn.It is the groan of creation stretched taut,the soil breaking open under frost,the grinding wheel of time sharpening uson the edge of eternity. This waiting is not a polite nod toward hope—it is raw and jagged,a burning bush in the wildernessthat won’t leave us untouched.We wait with our hearts stripped bare,our… Read more
Prayerfully Poetic 