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is this the limited god something designated for hardwood velvet sashes and candles stain glass -pillars of bronze once upheld what captivated and demanded all attention- now just some media outlet jokes and catchphrases - i guess the other way too is just a confused misunderstanding too much power too much elevation idolization- cathedrals to reach the sky to mimic heaven alone and a man enthroned - spiritual successor of man made idolotry and worship- its hard to wrap my mind around you being fire and magic purity and palace and also dust and dirt the last seat at the table lowest to the earth- incomprehensible how much you contain in one being three is too much to understand three is unpalpable mysterious you are in all your ways i guess it will remain mysterious how we either cling to pride making grand our boldness, or cling to familiarity, too proud to lower ourselves to the earth, to confused about how that could be your will. help me to understand help me to love help me to overcome and help my faith to trust beyond my understanding of this fragile world.
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May 6
May 6, 2026 at 10:58 PM UTC
limited god
is this the limited god something designated for hardwood velvet sashes and candles stain glass -pillars of bronze once upheld what captivated and demanded all attention- now just some media outlet jokes and catchphrases - i guess the other way too is just a confused misunderstanding too much power too much elevation idolization- cathedrals to reach the sky to mimic heaven alone and a man enthroned - spiritual successor of man made idolotry and worship- its hard to wrap my mind around you being fire and magic purity and palace and also dust and dirt the last seat at the table lowest to the earth- incomprehensible how much you contain in one being three is too much to understand three is unpalpable mysterious you are in all your ways i guess it will remain mysterious how we either cling to pride making grand our boldness, or cling to familiarity, too proud to lower ourselves to the earth, to confused about how that could be your will. help me to understand help me to love help me to overcome and help my faith to trust beyond my understanding of this fragile world.
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May 6
May 6, 2026 at 10:58 PM UTC
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