Tag: poets

Happy Woman’s day

…every body that ever was here that’s a woman or appreciates women as they are, sweet kings as they are in spirit and in truth, the finger prints of God in all His glory, I say

With our fabulous son Johann.

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Happy day to ye, makers of beauty, photographers, writers, messengers of hope, warriors in grace, gardens of peace you yes you, I know you by name, and not- I pray you know how blessed the earth is that you walked here, you browsed here maybe, or pinged, even fed back, commented, read, or just said naught, but you are here in this University of Blogs and you inspire the earth to spin again. God bless you with the knowledge of how fabulous you are! Amen😇

My insta pic

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