you take the lofty w a y i will take the way not travelled much if you choose the darkness i will s e t t l e for the l i g h t if you prefer songs of s a d n e s s i will sing the s o n g s of gladness on the eagle’s w i n g my flight tho’ the ocean’s starkness is your perfect touch while you fancy night to day i’ll b e true
the glutton fills his barns but, never sated, he shovels till his soul is inundated and then he hoards his great excess, with none save just himself to bless. he contemplates the world outside and shrinks back for a place to hide, lest he should feel the pangs of guilt when conscience cuts him to the hilt.
There is no fear in love, but perfect love casts out fear. For fear has to do with punishment, and whoever fears has not been perfected in love. 1 John 4:18
he leaves you d e a d upon the altar, naked building you up with dread furnace-inflated he p a r a l y s e s every nerve w h o s e price no n o b l e p u r p o s e s e r v e s a thousand t i m e s before your death he sucks you dry of every breath fear masquerades in p u r p l e light then feeds his preys unto the...
Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves, for the rights of all who are destitute. Speak up and judge fairly; defend the rights of the poor and needy. — Proverbs 31:8-9
.i. whichever way i turn i see their bridges burn no answers left no answers right no lessons here to learn no matter how i yearn no answers left no answers right bangled mangled tangled dangled strangled sad peoples of the world ...
The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy: I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly. John 10:10 KJV
the blood that feeds my body and my spirit my pulsing heart and all the fervour in it this is the life that flows in me defining my humanity where breath and body give me soul ordained to fill my earthly role death is the spirit’s nemesis life in Christ death’s antithesis
“If ye had faith as a grain of mustard seed, ye might say unto this sycamine tree, Be thou plucked up by the root. And be thou planted in the sea; and it should obey.” Luke 17:6 KJV
a fearless child flies o’er his father’s shoulders an infant waits for mom to gently hold her how precious every moment seems to cherish hope beyond slight dreams to watch old sun die to new night knowing each new day will bring new light when faith small as a mustard seed blossoms into its finished deed ...
§ you are not innocent of the blood of all the saints that die daily a t your a l t a r s. keep your p i o u s sacrifice: what i ask of you is j u s t i c e but the stench of all your lust is nothing short of compromise. though the lowly falters, i shall hear his cry. tears are enough, for they vent all but true. §