Love, yes

Today, I give thanks to You, the Lord God, for thy bounty. Even though every day I give thanks for thy food, friends, and family, I also give thanks to you for your true Food that comes in remembrance. The Sacrifice, became a sacrifice. That which comes down from Heaven, has a heart of Love and only Love, whether they be angel or demon, really a fallen angel, that light of life within them is the love of God. They all have it, you have it, I have it. That spark of Life, that spark of Love which ignites all things. If that be separate from God, what remains?  Nothing.

If your hope in Christ Jesus be the very last thing you ever hold onto before you die, He will return to raise you from the dead and you return with Him. Return as in, a living member of the Lamb. Here is something that I remember always: To follow your Heart, a heart of Love will always.

The main message is in there, a message of hope, sadness, and joy, but a renewal of the life of God within and among you all. Some are afraid to see it and say it. Afraid to say what is on His Heart and has been longing to hear from your lips and not just your heart. It is how far we will go to hear and say the words, I Love You, and what those words mean from that soul, the words from the one who’s heart rings it out every day to every one… A woman who called herself B, said once, “God First, neighbor second, myself third. I am third”. Believe in a God who can work wonders and because through His Creatures will you see a world founded on Love and life, not hate nor death.  I prefer to live like someone who is of Love and Life, and need not do the most amazing things to enter the gates of Heaven by Him.

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I Love My Own Art

How could I not love
My own art?
If it be of my love
If it be of my hate
It is my art all the same
So let me be the worst of all
That is how I appear to them
But I can bear anything
Including death
Including hate
Including pain
Yet live
Because of Love

Love loves you
And
I learned
To let Love love me deep
So I do yearn for more

Only Love I give
Nothing in return is bestowed
That makes me the least
As I am still and can weep
But do not gnash my teeth
Peace
Amen

Loss 2

First some perspective
Feeling ostracized
Is no different
Than the death of a loved one
However to the one left alone
All their loved ones died
Such that without love
There truly is nothing left

But when poustiniks pray
They should remember the forgotten
Before they lose themselves

The joy is only found
When the pain is offered

We found it together
Through the cross
Through the death
Through the resurrection

Amen

Glue

What is grace but the glue
That perfects what is broken
You have to ask for the glue
The Lord will give it to you

I asked for the glue
But just like a child
I started fixing things but me
I saw so many were broken
So when the Lord came back
Glue was everywhere

Except on me

Love is Dying

Love itself is dying
And about to truly die
Do you not feel the blood shed pangs?

And no one cares enough
For if they did for this unworthy vessel
They would let me out
Of this evil prison

Instead they keep me longer
My only way out
Is to LIE
I would rather DIE