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Crowns Of Thorns Upon Thistles
An embedded arrow from Cupid’s mystique bow
It’s now up to me to sow the seeds of love and reap the benefits of its growth
Whomever the receiver in the lifespan make me a believer
Those piercing arrows makes the heart feels beautifully adorned
Warm, all fuzzy inside, after time, then spiritually conformed
Not to worry, everyone has had its company, for sure
Trying to keep the spark of emotions in the creation of a higher self, one must endure
My intentions to self-love have never been detoured, or evaporated into thin air
No tears, no fears, henceforth, it’s time to elevate your presence in the commencement of salvation not rooted in chairs
You will never decipher the will of my thoughts, they're not sold, there're not bought
Mankind cannot provide anyone else hope, their wishes found in lost dreams
My rod and thy staff comfort me into the midst of misery as Psalms and Revelations I hear in my ear earthly sings
Keep your strife, keep your anger, life’s depravity reverberates as Hell upon your dark mind festers when it rings
The path in life is narrow
What you do with your eyes, has passed through my bone marrow
I have faith to always keep my eyes on the Sparrow
Lost souls wailing in self-pity upon words, no rebirth within the setting
Yet you still curse your own existence upon the sounds of vetting
The valley of the dry bones, low vibrational clones of time, trapped in your own demise, manifesting your own guilt
Love and peace must be found, no escape through the placenta, birth, freedom only in death, these are the walls Jericho bult
Spare me your shame games
Fire and Water they both offer comfort, touched by Gaia's wraith they both bring pain
My intellect is divinely coveted upon the strands upon my head ordained in Elohim’s name
The Book Of The Dead confessed out the synagogue of your mouth partaking in truth or dare
Each day praised as living life on a wing and a prayer
Standing tall as I should, would, or ever could
Witnessed life taken, as the miraculous gift of birth
Shadows in the winds I have chased in the dark, unclean hands only brings self a manmade curse
In Heaven and on Earth
Reach out and touch the helm of your garment and then tell me your true worth
Stooping, or bending, have never been my priority, my creed
Or verbs that defines my pilgrimage once a crown of thorns begins to bleed
Thistles under the path of my journey’s feet, yet, in Him my salvation shall be reached
The sacred benediction that resides in me, sets me free to be me
Running against the wind, God, what a beautiful sight to holistically see
My heart, mind, body, and soul blending as I flee
Whistling echoes stained upon eh branches tell the secret of the towering tress
To the unrest resonances that funnels in the deep sea
Breaths of life rendered as one with infinity
The embracing sky, the gentle breeze kissing my soft skin
The aura of me, no beginning or no end
Therefore, no more chains to hinder the intellect of my mind
I do as I say under God’s Heavenly chimes
So, unto this beautiful day in time
I’m free, as I enjoy the arch of my rainbow slide
No weapons formed against thee shall prosper, from rockets to falling missiles
I bow unto His words by the Crowns Of Thorns Upon Thistles
Shalom
It’s now up to me to sow the seeds of love and reap the benefits of its growth
Whomever the receiver in the lifespan make me a believer
Those piercing arrows makes the heart feels beautifully adorned
Warm, all fuzzy inside, after time, then spiritually conformed
Not to worry, everyone has had its company, for sure
Trying to keep the spark of emotions in the creation of a higher self, one must endure
My intentions to self-love have never been detoured, or evaporated into thin air
No tears, no fears, henceforth, it’s time to elevate your presence in the commencement of salvation not rooted in chairs
You will never decipher the will of my thoughts, they're not sold, there're not bought
Mankind cannot provide anyone else hope, their wishes found in lost dreams
My rod and thy staff comfort me into the midst of misery as Psalms and Revelations I hear in my ear earthly sings
Keep your strife, keep your anger, life’s depravity reverberates as Hell upon your dark mind festers when it rings
The path in life is narrow
What you do with your eyes, has passed through my bone marrow
I have faith to always keep my eyes on the Sparrow
Lost souls wailing in self-pity upon words, no rebirth within the setting
Yet you still curse your own existence upon the sounds of vetting
The valley of the dry bones, low vibrational clones of time, trapped in your own demise, manifesting your own guilt
Love and peace must be found, no escape through the placenta, birth, freedom only in death, these are the walls Jericho bult
Spare me your shame games
Fire and Water they both offer comfort, touched by Gaia's wraith they both bring pain
My intellect is divinely coveted upon the strands upon my head ordained in Elohim’s name
The Book Of The Dead confessed out the synagogue of your mouth partaking in truth or dare
Each day praised as living life on a wing and a prayer
Standing tall as I should, would, or ever could
Witnessed life taken, as the miraculous gift of birth
Shadows in the winds I have chased in the dark, unclean hands only brings self a manmade curse
In Heaven and on Earth
Reach out and touch the helm of your garment and then tell me your true worth
Stooping, or bending, have never been my priority, my creed
Or verbs that defines my pilgrimage once a crown of thorns begins to bleed
Thistles under the path of my journey’s feet, yet, in Him my salvation shall be reached
The sacred benediction that resides in me, sets me free to be me
Running against the wind, God, what a beautiful sight to holistically see
My heart, mind, body, and soul blending as I flee
Whistling echoes stained upon eh branches tell the secret of the towering tress
To the unrest resonances that funnels in the deep sea
Breaths of life rendered as one with infinity
The embracing sky, the gentle breeze kissing my soft skin
The aura of me, no beginning or no end
Therefore, no more chains to hinder the intellect of my mind
I do as I say under God’s Heavenly chimes
So, unto this beautiful day in time
I’m free, as I enjoy the arch of my rainbow slide
No weapons formed against thee shall prosper, from rockets to falling missiles
I bow unto His words by the Crowns Of Thorns Upon Thistles
Shalom
Published 16th Jun 2024
| Edited 17th Jun 2024
Author's Note
The saying “thorns and thistles” originates from the Biblical account in Genesis 3:18. After Adam and Eve sinned, God cursed the ground, causing it to produce thorns and thistles. Despite this discipline, God’s love and care for His people remained steadfast, even in times of punishment. So, when you encounter this phrase, it serves as a reminder of both consequences and divine provision.
The crown placed on Jesus’ head before His crucifixion is one of the most iconic symbols of His Passion. According to the biblical accounts in the Gospels of Matthew, Mark, and John, Roman soldiers twisted together a crown of thorns and set it on His head. (cited 06-16-24-SKC).
The crown placed on Jesus’ head before His crucifixion is one of the most iconic symbols of His Passion. According to the biblical accounts in the Gospels of Matthew, Mark, and John, Roman soldiers twisted together a crown of thorns and set it on His head. (cited 06-16-24-SKC).
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16th Jun 2024 10:04pm
in this stanza is the heart of this ink spill my friend
Witnessed life taken, as the miraculous gift of birth
Shadows in the winds I have chased in the dark, unclean hands only brings self a manmade curse
In Heaven and on Earth
Reach out and touch the helm of your garment and then tell me your true worth
Stooping, or bending, have never been my priority, my creed
Or verbs that defines my pilgrimage once a crown of thorns begins to bleed
Thistles under the path of my journey’s feet, yet, in Him my salvation shall be reached
The sacred benediction that resides in me, sets me free to be me
Running against the wind, God, what a beautiful sight to holistically see
My heart, mind, body, and soul blending as I flee
Whistling echoes stained upon eh branches tell the secret of the towering tress
To the unrest resonances that funnels in the deep sea
Breaths of life rendered as one with infinity
Witnessed life taken, as the miraculous gift of birth
Shadows in the winds I have chased in the dark, unclean hands only brings self a manmade curse
In Heaven and on Earth
Reach out and touch the helm of your garment and then tell me your true worth
Stooping, or bending, have never been my priority, my creed
Or verbs that defines my pilgrimage once a crown of thorns begins to bleed
Thistles under the path of my journey’s feet, yet, in Him my salvation shall be reached
The sacred benediction that resides in me, sets me free to be me
Running against the wind, God, what a beautiful sight to holistically see
My heart, mind, body, and soul blending as I flee
Whistling echoes stained upon eh branches tell the secret of the towering tress
To the unrest resonances that funnels in the deep sea
Breaths of life rendered as one with infinity
17th Jun 2024 2:25am
Thank you, my friend for taking the time to read and the selection or words of encouragement you deem necessary to inscribe them upon my sacred canvas.
In addition, to share in my vison of advising anyone who will listen, read, instill peace in the heart, it covets the mind.
Enjoy your evening and may your Monay be serene to you to keep you safe.
Love and Hugs, always,
SKC🤎
In addition, to share in my vison of advising anyone who will listen, read, instill peace in the heart, it covets the mind.
Enjoy your evening and may your Monay be serene to you to keep you safe.
Love and Hugs, always,
SKC🤎
17th Jun 2024 6:29am
17th Jun 2024 1:37am
My Queen such a beautiful spiritual enlightenment, your words has cast upon my soul. You have bestowed such words of wisdom upon my narrow path. My intentions of self love has never been detoured. Wow you have spoken my journey into myself. Finding that self love within. And yes so beautifully infused into my bone marrow. Hope can be found inside of yourself. Your words leads me to hope. Divinity in your scriptures is love for mankind for he or she that overstands. Sweet revelations parts from your lips, as you whisper God salvation into my heart. I love this masterpiece of divine wisdom. Teach on speak on. Oh wonderful beautiful Rabbi.
17th Jun 2024 2:14am
This Queen stands within your manly presence, and I am speechless in the sweetest surrender, allow me to softly bow in grace.
There are so many citizens here and abroad who are walking upon this earth, some spirits who governs their souls have found the way, others have not even taken their journal of self-motivation to better themselves.
When I say self-love starts from within it truly does, it allows your intellect to grow where your words or action will never be casted in vain.
This world and its backwards ideology are at the focal point here today as we speak, we have systemically evolved, from climate control, AI integration, to politics, in fighting about religion, and that is not speaking in lieu of talks of war.
That is why it is imperative to stay grounded in faith and it does not matter the doctrine of your divinity as long as it teaches you to treat others as you would like to be treated, the Golden Rule then that is half the battle with self and uphold the truth, then you are able to spread love and give others a sense of peace most crave in this real we call life.
Thank you, my King, as you walk in the oath of your own journey and still unselfish enough to take the time to glimpse and encourage mine.
Enjoy your special day that has been granted to you by the stars and may you awaken full of spiritual insights as the week progresses in your favor.
Love and Hugs, always,
SKC 🤎
There are so many citizens here and abroad who are walking upon this earth, some spirits who governs their souls have found the way, others have not even taken their journal of self-motivation to better themselves.
When I say self-love starts from within it truly does, it allows your intellect to grow where your words or action will never be casted in vain.
This world and its backwards ideology are at the focal point here today as we speak, we have systemically evolved, from climate control, AI integration, to politics, in fighting about religion, and that is not speaking in lieu of talks of war.
That is why it is imperative to stay grounded in faith and it does not matter the doctrine of your divinity as long as it teaches you to treat others as you would like to be treated, the Golden Rule then that is half the battle with self and uphold the truth, then you are able to spread love and give others a sense of peace most crave in this real we call life.
Thank you, my King, as you walk in the oath of your own journey and still unselfish enough to take the time to glimpse and encourage mine.
Enjoy your special day that has been granted to you by the stars and may you awaken full of spiritual insights as the week progresses in your favor.
Love and Hugs, always,
SKC 🤎
18th Jun 2024 1:21am
