In the second fall from faith He cast me from our garden, why? He said, surely we won’t die Was I his Piercing Lucifer Dark thorn drawn Blood bloom needle through his eye?
Maybe he dreamt foolish That our Lord of Love would repen history Drawing him again under sheltering wings In bargain for our gamboling lamb Wearing his hair shirt, swallowing soot, Life for austerity of love?
Do you want to know how to tell if a love is real Would you like to know when it's unconditional Real and unconditional should be the same thing The words 'real' and 'unconditional seem simple Yet they are thrown out like candy devaluing both So where do I start?
The test for real love is does it last Does it affect all your waking hours You cant get them out of your mind You smile every time you see them You are always pleased to see them You'd do anything for them You'd always love and care for them You would literally...
The burden of morality is a heavy soul, weighed down by minute transgressions those of less moral and more wise dispositions know to forgive.
To endeavor to tell the truth, whole and nothing else, often flies in the face of kindness; a choice needing to be made between the stomach aching, ulcer crippling pain of dishonesty, and the lesser guilt of causing someone sadness.
The decision is made and the truth avoided; another's peace of mind always more weighty than self torment.
When you are standing on the other side of the mountain and are thinking To yourself that you will never make it, but then you have heard this voice That rings louder than anything else in your head. My darling, stop sinking
Even if you are facing a big army and all the naysayers. You have a choice To make, but do not waste it on that negativity and drama that gets you Nowhere fast. Someday all of your hope, happiness, faith, and the rejoice
Is going to multiply, growing stronger with every breath you. Your blue Sky will become brighter. You...
(Listening to Blaze-Here With Me (Roots Extended Vocal Version))
Looking down upon The Sun To Spirit Hole these Winter Months with Silken Web Spun; contained protected Swallowtail Pupating At the Tree Base for Chrysalis in Spring; Hosting a Species Of Recycled Locations Now Concealed; Awakening Their Deathless state.