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Elioinai May 2016
We are always moving
We are never still
In our dance
No one whirls faster
than Us
Yet
None has seen a calmer rest
Perichoresis-from Greek: περιχώρησις perikhōrēsis, "rotation", describes the relationship between each person of the triune God: Father, Son, and Holy Spirit
Elioinai May 2016
Soulfire
spreads out above
against the sky
like stars
and fireflies


Flecks of green
and swirls of deeper blues
these take upon our souls' bright hues
I love starry night art. It brings such a quiet joy to my heart
Elioinai Apr 2016
And it was given to man
to take the world
and make it each their own
Elioinai Apr 2016
You hold the earth suspended
A sphere so small
It sinks
into a whirl of stars
which shrinks
in company of untouched swirls
to disappear
amid a tractless sea of galaxy
For who can mark it's edges?
Or conjure up an image?

This all flowed out from Ancient mouth
who lives like New each day
He told the sun it's striking place
the moon it's place to stay
And on and on, the suns do spin
the moons bathe dust in light
With fire in the morning
and milk the food of night
He asks them all to sing again
to dance with all their might
til they have shaken my own house
and fulfilled the earth's delight
Elioinai Apr 2016
It's not that they don't want to live
or that they want to say goodbye
it's that they see their experience
as less than life
A darkness deepening
And the knife will quickly open
the way to light
But so often the knife will only usher in a world of suffering truly worse than before, for all have sinned and fallen short of God's glory, the Only Light
Elioinai Apr 2016
I saw life
In searing white and blue
as I fought to keep control
Purple roses bloomed
in that absence
A psychedelic day dream
It's interesting how my mind's imagination expands in creative capacity when I'm overcome with emotions, and can barely keep myself focused enough to fill out a simple tax form with my father's assistance
Elioinai Apr 2016
On this dry day
my tears fill the rainless void
Wash my cheeks and soul
as hanging clouds would
falling to the sound of singing
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