Light
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He isbreath of life,the stillness in which the voice of Godspoke light into being.He walked in Eden’s hush,not as echo or wind,but as Presence. He isthe fire that burned without consuming,the whisper Moses could not name.He etched commandments into stone,and in the fullness of timeoffered His hands to be pierced by them. He isthe thunder… Read more
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The revelation given to me,a witness in the square,as I stood as one among thousands,the multitude drawn as by the breath of the Spirit. And I, a pilgrim,took my place beside a pillar of stone,watchful, praying, awaiting the sign. My wife was among the throng,caught in the river of humanity,as crimson-clad men entered the sacred… Read more
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Isn’t it a miraclehow the dew collects in the cradle of leaves,how light flutters across the morninglike a thousand whispered prayers? I walk the path,and each step is holy— the earth beneath my feet hums its hymn,older than time,yet as new as the breath I take. Do not lose the wonderof the finch’s flight,or… Read more
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Lord of Creation, From the still chilled soil where tulips bloom,Your hand reveals each petal’s fold,A silent hymn, a gentle praise,Beneath the morning’s glow. In hues of crimson, white, and gold,Your artistry is clear,Each blossom affirms a life renewed,A hope that casts out fear. The tulip bows in reverence low,Yet stands with dignity,Its beauty lies… Read more
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In the depth of darkness, shadows creep, Where abject sorrows turn to weep.A void where light has never been,A place our sadness hides within. The night is vast, an endless sea,A realm of lost eternity.Stars are swallowed, dreams are lost,In the chill of black, a bitter frost. Slowly, heart beating a somber pace,A prisoner in… Read more
Prayerfully Poetic 