For man can plant and water,
but cannot make them grow;
Though only of our Father,
are the flowers swayed to show.
So as my words speak life,
and to love and service my actions prone;
Therein the blossom of my soul,
The Father's heart becomes my own.
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 9:58 PM UTC
Spoken into a beam of light;
A lifted weight of eternal might.
Trancending toward expansion's core;
Awakened in whom we're carried for.
A uniting in breath at deep request;
As the rhythym of longing inside our chests,
Becomes a symphony of tympany pattering the sky,
Releasing intent in the dissention of I.
In the embrace of all, in Love, as one;
Truly then has prayer begun.
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 9:53 PM UTC