This describes all of the cottage industry angels that men produce they are angels for profit
Pure angels Zechariah 1:8 “I saw by night and behold a man riding on a red horse and it stood
Among the myrtle trees in the hallow and behind him were horses red, sorrel, and white then I
Said my lord what are these so the angel who talked with me said to me I will show you what
They are” what they are is the most pleasurable and pure knowing of angels they are in God’s
Word doing the work of God we don’t discredit angels in books but here you can have a sigh of
Relief knowing assuredly their wings is not noise filled from rust or any manner of impurity
Join them in complete utter trust they haven’t been set before you for any ulterior motive of
Anyone the song blessed assurance doesn’t come from this but how glorious here the door is
Wide open come in and dwell among sacred doings in the earth feel alone weak sad come to
This clearing that appears profound all powerful truly you can mount up on angel wings soar
The True dimensions of the soul unbound in delirious thrilled freedom ride on thermals created
By visitors who call heaven home you will be touched by reality unknown to human thought
Truly the rush of angel’s will surround you live in a beleaguered world of fallen angels that only
Seek our hurt but in this rarified place where heavenly glory is readily displayed you will know
Peace comfort and power adrift you are bestowed with garlands now temporarily but one day
It will be replaced with a golden sacred crown on your head His gleaming light will shoot out in
All directions accompanied by your joyous laughter these are truths and thoughts that will
Enrobe you enthrall you the sweetest tremble the softest tenderness will beguile you where
You will abide among true friends and protectors that serve God honorable just a few true
Words that will truly uplift you what is being described is your birthright your treasure without
Measure it’s not written in stone but in Holy love that consumes heaven’s thoughts you are the
Central most desirable discussion that heaven ever has this is just one mention of that truth
I think it was written by men
That God loves us all
In terror of the unspoken thought
That if this brutal world is, in fact,
To the smallest detail
Then god cannot love at all.
It is written that there is a catch-all acceptance,
A safety net support for the human spirit,
In fear of the un-uttered truth
That nobody loves us all
And so we must love each other
One by one
In place of a god
Who has bigger plans than tenderness.
"I don't wanna wake up."
Whispered words upon a pillow
Behind closed lids and waking dreams.
"You have to."
He says slowly rubbing his hands
Firm upon my back
Only then sparks begin their gentle warming
as hands become fingers slowly trailing
Beneath covers and over curves
Playing games of sensual allurement
"I don't wanna wake up."
I quietly whisper
as he opens my eyes with a deliberate answer
There is no speed to invigorate, just gentle coaxing
Kisses so subtle upon shoulder and neck
Silence is golden as there are no words to express
The stimulant advancing with a passionate relish
for the bathing of souls in an exuberant connection
squeezing, massaging, chaotic awakening
Dazzled with fireworks that are temporarily blinding
Moans of desire and soothing tenderness
As fires explode in an awe-inspiring togetherness.
"I don't wanna wake up." An escaping whisper
"Now you've no choice..." he chuckles in my ear
the car carving its way around the mountainside,
"this is going to be the song i play when you leave me."
you used to smirk with this kind of arrogance,
like you knew so much better.
yet here we are, five months later,
and as she arched her hips into me,
the song played softly in the background.
and i've got to hand it to you -
it's like i finally figured out why you smiled.
because even at my most distracted,
fingers fumbling in someone else's hair
and testing the tenderness of her skin...
or maybe that memory,
still turned my head away from
her and back towards my phone, back
towards the missed calls and angry messages,
towards the accusations and the insults,
and it brought me away from her
and somewhere closer to you,
to the mountainside.
and it reminded me of the
pretty weather, those blue skies
and the rocks piled high around us,
and what seemed like a joke but maybe
turned out to be more like a promise.
and you smiled, because
it's almost like
[inspired by lydia and chuck palahniuk's novel Rant]
She wakes the flowers from their beds,
washing with dew their sleepy heads.
She paints their petals fresh and new,
with crimson reds and azure blue.
The bumble bees and butterflies,
from perfumed flowers soft arise.
Taking to wing the gentleness,
of all her love and tenderness.
Happiness doesnt come in a jar
It starts deep inside you
Like a seed it grows with love and tenderness
There is a stillness in the night,
As if the earth is holding its breath.
I hear a distant creak, as the stairs
Brace themselves for tomorrow.
Why does anyone have to suffer so?
The one who dies or those who are left behind?
We yearn for a peaceful and gentle end,
Whilst we are desperate for it to take longer.
I feel a sudden draught through a crack in the door;
At first it feels like a soothing breeze.
Now it takes on a different, harsher edge;
A harbinger for news that I dread
Why do we care for a person so much?
Is it because of what happened long ago?
No, the reason is that he demands it from you
By virtue of his dignity and power and the love he has for you.
That love will never cease, of that I am sure.
I saw it with my own eyes;
The compassion and tenderness in yours
As he stretched to place his foot beside you.
If he is going, do not spend time telling me.
Hold your children close to your breast
And shower him with your last goodbyes
As he prepares for his final journey.
There is a silence in the night
As if God has turned off all superfluous noise,
Then a taxi swishes past,
To signify that this is the beginning.
Why is it I turn to You sometimes, sometimes not?
Why is it Michelangelo, Mozart, high art,
Beauty does not quite satisfy this restless heart?
It's as if Kraft Dinner or the Big Mac
Sometimes takes precedence to a fine full course meal,
As if watching a violent, trashy film
Sometimes supersedes subtle religious zeal.
Why is it fine feelings, affection, tenderness,
The aspiration to harmony, blessedness -
Why do these retreat awhile or hide away
While vulgarities cavort and claim the day?
What's going on? Is it just Adam's fall?
Or is it something fresher than mere sin?
Could it be that the retreat of beauty or grace
Lends a richness and intensity
To the Prodigal Son who would again embrace?
How necessary is rolling in the mud,
How necessary distraction, or the game
Of stimulating ego or the thirst for blood?
A generous and regal woman appears,
Her prolonged presence carrying stars and more -
Why then the temptation to seek the bitch and whore?
Who's to say violence always need be wrong?
Perhaps nature, bypassing noble intention,
Perhaps nature bypasses our notions of grace,
And destroys so that new beings find their place.
Who's to say a lasting peace is to be desired?
How do we know peace is the ultimate aim?
Is it the natural order? Or do woman and man,
Not so much seeking a lasting happiness,
Act irrationally to prove they can?
On forgiving former loves-
I understand your worry for uncertainty
It consumed you
Emerged as an ideal that you could not abandon
So you abandoned me instead
And maybe abandonment is a strong word
But I'm a strong man and I finally have a grasp on this
A clenched fist gripping empathy, not animosity
I understand your intentions weren't reckless
But a blinded truck driver can't avoid oncoming traffic too long
And accidents still design destruction
No matter how sorry the driver is after the fact
And sorry is much appreciated but still neglects the fact that
Heart brakes don't stop collisions, they create them
I understand your past problems peaked into the present
And interrupted our intimate conversations
I had no problem erasing the demons you carried
To carry your baggage to the nearest trash can
To make room for our own difficulties
But I know attacking these issues alone was your preference
And I admire an inspired inspector of treacherous ground
I understand your passion wasn't illuminating
Our relationship's mansion anymore
Your embers resembled smothered ashes on love's battlefield
Your heart- a committed commander to Independence
The sovereign state selected to attack happy couples
I won the battle and the war this time
But my troops are resilient for commitment
I understand your calendar didn't coexist with mine
And I appreciate your treated tenderness
Your existence improved my experience
Your love surrendered waving white flags
Which I greeted at first reluctantly
But over time I've come to recognize
The importance of self-harmony
Cold springs inky Blackwell gone from all that was special endearing a world of subjection with bounds
Expressed in tangible constants blessings fixed by strata and composition the fusing of the most
Elemental design in human life to love and be loved remembering from both sides with such intensity
The very world elliptical these pulsations reach their apex they do contend they harness all known
Reality they are extravagant in the extreme they gestate the rawest and fullest impact able truth
Forever swirls flows in the sweetest valuable treasure house each day every hour laughter and tears
Are weighed from youth till death every participle hangs know not the weight that is suspended in this
Airy clime the visitation the stitching of immortal souls in effortless joy in every syllable building blocks
Of deftest design were being appropriated where near or distant magic indefinable took new breath
Arrested the common and the extraordinary knowing not the magnitude all of matter was being forged
The great blacksmith of the past was surpassed no engineer of earthy skill can touch what was wrought
By a man and wife in their intimacy or their reach the breadth of the land and the stars bowed in
Wonder as their arching hearts surpassed there heights of wonder and grace tenderness distilled to
The thinnest equation where dreams were laid bare and on this truth scaffolding as thin as a
Hairsbreadth held a succession of thoughts achievements and future probabilities destiny occupied
Nothingness but left a bridge that all of life was welcomed was fixed to a point it grew balloon like it
Ascended by revelation in ordinary circumstances flesh and blood accelerated beyond the brains ability
To fathom where all of this was leading second by second generations were being spawned called forth
From hidden trajectories of earth and space go to the window of sharing recapture amazement it will
Pour comfort into the wound and sorrow of loss against all odds you forged the river of time made new
Life takes it first hesitant breath you were the recipients of miracles they plainly called them bundles of
Joy you cast fourth strains of indefinable rectory spirit was sparked and with love’s breath a fire grew
It is the quality of life and unalterable peace and joy submerged in every day peaks and valleys if you get
What this speaks of it will carry you over the valley up to the heights sorrow will replaced with
Benediction and esteem for what you both accomplished and wrought in this life which is only
A dress rehearsal for that which is truly amazing it waits in surety just beyond the confining strains
Of this blissful song you sang for a lifetime