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Wiseman
Wiseman
30/M/Glasgow
O Lord, I pray that You rid me of You. Save me, O God, from every image, every idea, every belief I have pressed into the silence where You dwell. For even the finest, most disciplined mind can hold You only as a caricature, and magnificent is still too small a word for You. You are a star no science will ever name. You are an unseen stream running through the world beneath my feet. You are the fire in my chest whispering the truth: You are not a being. You are Being. Closer than breath, closer than the thought of breath. You alone are Life. You do not cause suffering. You bear it with us. You do not hate. You are Love. You do not forgive. You have never condemned. Somehow, O Lord, You are perfect justice without judgment; the flame that reveals, not the hand that strikes. This prayer rises from a longing not my own. Though I am confused, I must respond. Your call is to reject all that is not Love, even when I find it in Your Bible. Let me walk through hell before I bow to anything less than Love. Unmake me, O Lord, and all that I imagine myself to be, that I may finally see. Amen.
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Dec 8, 2025
Dec 8, 2025 at 12:21 PM UTC
Heretic's Prayer
School bell rings, doors release. Squeaky new boots on tiny, high-pitched feet. Swishing through mounds of burgundy, rusted leaves. The chill wind guides them into flight. As time inhales, children cheer and mothers laugh. The whole world dances to the song of joy.
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Nov 28, 2025
Nov 28, 2025 at 2:53 PM UTC
Song of Joy
You give me life; it is Your story I share. You beat my heart; it is Your pulse I feel. You light my eyes; it is Your beauty I see. You fill my breath; it is Your mercy I breathe. Before I seek You, You are already near. Before I speak, You already know. Where I go, You are there. Where I fall, You lift me. You go before me in the day. You watch over me in the night. I am never alone, for I live within Your keeping. O Lord, what can I do but sing Your praise, when nothing exists without Your grace? What can I give but my thanks, when even my giving comes from You? You are the ground beneath my feet. You are the breath within my chest. You are the song upon my lips. I am Yours, and You are with me - always.
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Nov 28, 2025
Nov 28, 2025 at 2:46 PM UTC
Always
My dearly beloved child, Out of your innocence You knew nothing of deceit, And believed the serpent. Falling from Our Union, You crashed into the world of judgment and death, Where you now colour Me With the wounds of that fall. I do not hate you. I love you. I want you home. Everything I do, I do for you, To help you home. Your ache is the echo of My call, Guiding you. I crafted you - perfect, Bright and beautiful, Intelligent and able, So you could flourish. Not in success, but in surrender. Everything serves you Because I made everything for you. To help you remember My unfailing Love. This is why I shaped you as I did, Why your life has taken this path, Why you are here, now, Reading these words. But I will never force you. If you choose fear and anger, Even heaven would feel like hell to you. If you choose Love, you will find Me. For I am Love. But you cannot think your way to Me, For Love is not limited to those who can think. So abandon your thoughts. Abandon your ideas. Abandon your doubt. Let go. And learn by forgetting. Let go, My child. And fall, ever so bravely, Into the arms of My grace.
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Nov 26, 2025
Nov 26, 2025 at 3:59 AM UTC
Arms of Grace
There are whispering streams that no eye has seen, where water doesn’t flow, but dances. Rainbows rise in misted light, as waves make love with rounded pebbles, bathed in the golden spotlight of morning’s first rays. If even here perfection is found, so too are My plans for you.
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Jul 17, 2025
Jul 17, 2025 at 1:17 PM UTC
Unseen Streams
Blessed are You, Lord my God, Who lifts the poor from the dust, Who calls the tormented by name, Who walks into hell to find His beloved and does not leave them there. Blessed are You, Lord my God, For You saw me when I was lost, You rescued me before I even knew Your name, And carried me out of darkness, Not with shame, but with love. You placed Your hand upon my life, And everything changed. Not because I earned it, But because You are mercy, Because You are love, Because You are good. I was in hell, But now I see. My life is no longer mine; You live through me, with me, as me. There is nothing but You. Thank You. Amen.
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Jul 2, 2025
Jul 2, 2025 at 7:13 PM UTC
Tears of Worship
See them ***** ******* thoughts? And those fuck-ugly feelings? Aye? If it’s shite—it ain’t right. Canny have rats in the hoose! Crawlin’ aroon' yer skull, clawin’ and draggin rot aboot— kickin' up **** and makin’ a mess! No wonder yer ****** Ye canny feed hope tae rats. This is the hoose of God— and it reeks. So get tae work! Say the name. Chase them out. They’ve lived rent-free too long. Get them rat ******** tae ****
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Jul 2, 2025
Jul 2, 2025 at 6:17 PM UTC
A Glaswegian Exorcism
Help me live like a river flows: forever giving, always receiving never clinging, not hardened. But dancing in the eternal inpouring and outflowing of Love.
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Jun 28, 2025
Jun 28, 2025 at 2:35 AM UTC
Like a River Flows
The Water of Life flows into me, fills me, overflows me, drowns me, then pours through me. This Unknowable Love, Your Love, pours down: a gentle trickle, a running stream, a flash-flood of good-will always seeking the darkest crevice the lowest point. Your Life-giving waters, of unending grace, fill from to the bottom first flowing always to the poorest of the poor.
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Jun 27, 2025
Jun 27, 2025 at 5:31 AM UTC
Overflow
Don’t tell me what I must see. I have no trust in your beliefs. Things change. Beliefs change. Everything moves like shadows in smoke. The world is alive dancing, making love, breathing heavy: Out... flows life from apparent nothingness. In... we return to everything. That’s the living breath, the sweet pant of Mother Earth, who can never rest and loves us so. She must continually eat her young to feed the new. So what should we believe? What matters? Who knows... I can only trust the silent authority of experience. I am here. I am alive. I am me. If truth is true, let it come unspoken. Let me see. Then I’ll know.
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Jun 26, 2025
Jun 26, 2025 at 6:13 PM UTC
Let Me See