Tag: Breath

Woman

Not just raised as suns:

if you were sat in a chair in a room with closed door, your light spilt out Thresholds.

You did school, college & scrabble: got triple scores & blanks, double dares and heart break in crosswords where you

wrote Lyrics of Peace

Nah, you were/ are not only as sons.

You, He calls “… Pillars of the palace”*.

There will be bows of white satin & war,

there will be love and dances and chances

to seek treasure in Pain; uh games of gain,

of songs in Gethsemane Gardens *

where the Root of you~ will blossom o’ernight, as Lilies *

Suns might fall in the sea but Woman, you

were summoned to breathe by the breath of God :

from the womb of the crust of the dust of stars:

lest you forget you are first born

Natives of The Light. of Lights.

Lest you forget.

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Innerdialects.

” daughters as pillars of the Palace ..”(psalm 144:12)

Hosea 14 :5:

I will be like the dew to Israel; he will blossom like a lily. Like a cedar of Lebanon he will send down his roots;his young shoots will grow. His splendor will be like an olive tree, his fragrance like a cedar of Lebanon.

Gethsemane (/ɡɛθˈsɛməni/)[1] is a garden at the foot of the Mount of Olives in Jerusalem where, according to the four Gospels of the New TestamentJesus underwent the agony in the garden and was arrested the night before his crucifixion. It is a place of great resonance in Christianity. There are several small olive groves in church property, all adjacent to each other and identified with biblical Gethsemane.

Pray in the Stars

Something that began in a dawn:

Sean Parker Photography, Joshua Tree park.

…before the day lends you her voice, sing in the silent beams of dawn, lean yourself on the face of light as it breaks the dark,

oh burrow your heart in true Light’s ceaseless pressure, shifting shade, pulsing throbbing warming cold cold night.

Pray in His heart, yeah the ‘oceans rage and the peoples imagine a vain thing’, as clay returns to clay and dust to dust,

Hush in the hour as Dawn begins

hide in the Arms of Prayer, hold It against your soul: here no greed for power, no need for self arrest your heart: here oh here, begin,

where no foot of pride hides in prophecies of doom, where no angel weeps but for the joy of Heaven, and no anthem of ‘self’ rules-

ach! None but His:

Who’s Breath breathes for me&you: born to Cross hell with Him, here arrest restlessness, keel, kneel, pray in the first light of Heaven that with bated breath waits,

here, before it is too late, pray my soul in His heart.

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What the Cross means to me,

What happens when people pray

The naked prayer

Text prayers

That summer 40 days in the Red sea

Bouquet from the King

One dawn at a time

It is Time