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When my sadness has been claimed in abeyance / The auric dawn of a brighter future / Shall burgeon in my heart. / Being unafraid means life to those consecrated; / Moreover, even in trepidation / —A glint of hope can be procured. / Camaraderie is empyreal; / Furthermore, it is fellowship / In which the thew of amity is fortified & enskied to heavenly places. / On this side of Heaven, / Answers are scant, quandaries run amuck, / & salvation is my temporal wish. / Pining for redemption, / I beseech the realm of The Tenuous & Divine / For new doorways to be unfurled. / Love is distant, / But hope & faith renew my zeal / For its acquisition. / I'm sure that angst & woe / Are in reality a quickening / & when transcended, beget strength & resolve. / But at times, spiritual warfare / Is tortuous / & the fulfillment of the promise seems scanty. / Sin & silence are pestilence / To a spirit that fathoms the musicality of life / Reverberating from the realm of The Deific Divine. / Hitherto, they have taken my soul / To a place bereft of the sempiternal poetry / That resonated deep from within my heart. / Even so, I must press onward. / —Walk in your power, walk in wisdom, walk in jiustizia; / Forevermore, walk in love. / (—Se' lah) 12-17-2025
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Dec 17, 2025
Dec 17, 2025 at 5:18 PM UTC
| Heaven: My Temporal Wish |
When my sadness has been claimed in abeyance / The auric dawn of a brighter future / Shall burgeon in my heart. / Being unafraid means life to those consecrated; / Moreover, even in trepidation / —A glint of hope can be procured. / Camaraderie is empyreal; / Furthermore, it is fellowship / In which the thew of amity is fortified & enskied to heavenly places. / On this side of Heaven, / Answers are scant, quandaries run amuck, / & salvation is my temporal wish. / Pining for redemption, / I beseech the realm of The Tenuous & Divine / For new doorways to be unfurled. / Love is distant, / But hope & faith renew my zeal / For its acquisition. / I'm sure that angst & woe / Are in reality a quickening / & when transcended, beget strength & resolve. / But at times, spiritual warfare / Is tortuous / & the fulfillment of the promise seems scanty. / Sin & silence are pestilence / To a spirit that fathoms the musicality of life / Reverberating from the realm of The Deific Divine. / Hitherto, they have taken my soul / To a place bereft of the sempiternal poetry / That resonated deep from within my heart. / Even so, I must press onward. / —Walk in your power, walk in wisdom, walk in jiustizia; / Forevermore, walk in love. / (—Se' lah) 12-17-2025
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Dec 17, 2025
Dec 17, 2025 at 5:18 PM UTC
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