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At Heaven’s window I knelt to pray what do you say when you are dwarfed by Christendom’s vast portal What cries from hearts of the faithful in anguished burdened prayer they assailed such Holy veneration Common tongues caught up in awe and adoration found oratory’s fount how they created an unequaled Spell it clung to holy symbols and pictures that hung on the walls it tore away time itself revealed the Secret mystery of holiness’s true heart and meaning the sky strained to carry the weight of words so Profound any and all armies would fall before their mastery to question one’s self at such depths would Make you defenseless to all obligations you crossed grandeurs stronghold you intervened no less into Matters that only prophets are obliged to discuss you have fashioned with words great bastions to Supersede they mock the infidelity and foolishness of many kingdoms Royalty is not just to wear fine Robes but to center the mind on those richest of finds and then return to mankind and spread them as Star dust in the lowly places and see the birth of equality and liberty flourish from the lowest to the Highest that honors not one but all lead at all points root out ignorance that is the cause of all shame With words that are akin to the words that created worlds this is what you are caught up in there is no Time for idleness go and spread this word to the four corners of man’s domain we are heroes yet made By the very words that are possessed and won at altars the planks of mortals that build a stairway to Glory the earth yearns and dies while you tarry the breach long ago in Eden now the dream is to be Fulfilled by holy men and women strong enough to face this most demanding challenge forget self catch Fire with holy zeal burn only for others the world will change from carnage to gifts that bestow Abundant Life we have never lived in a world that we could make by surrendering our dreams for stellar exploits
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Feb 13, 2012
Feb 13, 2012 at 5:51 PM UTC
Alone on the precipice
At Heaven’s window I knelt to pray what do you say when you are dwarfed by Christendom’s vast portal What cries from hearts of the faithful in anguished burdened prayer they assailed such Holy veneration Common tongues caught up in awe and adoration found oratory’s fount how they created an unequaled Spell it clung to holy symbols and pictures that hung on the walls it tore away time itself revealed the Secret mystery of holiness’s true heart and meaning the sky strained to carry the weight of words so Profound any and all armies would fall before their mastery to question one’s self at such depths would Make you defenseless to all obligations you crossed grandeurs stronghold you intervened no less into Matters that only prophets are obliged to discuss you have fashioned with words great bastions to Supersede they mock the infidelity and foolishness of many kingdoms Royalty is not just to wear fine Robes but to center the mind on those richest of finds and then return to mankind and spread them as Star dust in the lowly places and see the birth of equality and liberty flourish from the lowest to the Highest that honors not one but all lead at all points root out ignorance that is the cause of all shame With words that are akin to the words that created worlds this is what you are caught up in there is no Time for idleness go and spread this word to the four corners of man’s domain we are heroes yet made By the very words that are possessed and won at altars the planks of mortals that build a stairway to Glory the earth yearns and dies while you tarry the breach long ago in Eden now the dream is to be Fulfilled by holy men and women strong enough to face this most demanding challenge forget self catch Fire with holy zeal burn only for others the world will change from carnage to gifts that bestow Abundant Life we have never lived in a world that we could make by surrendering our dreams for stellar exploits
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Feb 13, 2012
Feb 13, 2012 at 5:51 PM UTC
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