The small candle flame of liberty and freedom burns in the citadel of Washington, D.C.
The godly daughter's Faith, Hope and Charity keep the small candle wick burning over the years of the US nation's history, so the light as a witness of a brighter future?
You see Hope gives humanity the vision to see a brighter tomorrow?
You see Faith gives humanity the power to see with eyes of light and faith to build that brighter tomorrow?
You see Charity brings humanity together to build that brighter tomorrow?
So remember light is freedom and liberty, but be very careful?
What you do with your freedom and liberty in the world around you?
Remember also the light is strong love, but never oppressing love in reality?
If Washington D.C falls to the darkness?
Then what a darkness that would be in the world?
But the leader's in Washington D.C must have the light of the Christ within their hearts to lead them out of the land of darkness?
Because remember humanity loves the darkness by humanities very nature itself, but the darkness can't defeat the light of humanity, because humanities true image is the Christ type humanity itself?
You see Love is the Golden Key to the lighthouse door of the Christ, because only those who love from the heart's core have the Golden Key to enter the lighthouse of Christ?
So remember Washington, D.C. you are the lighthouse of the world?
So remember Washington, D.C. you are the lighthouse of the world?
So remember Washington, D.C. you are the lighthouse of the world?
So Washington, D.C. let your Liberty Bell ring out in the world for humanity to hear and come out of darkness to the land of light and liberty were dark night is a thing of the past and the vampires of the night are gone forevermore.

I love you in ways I didn’t know true
You keep running and hiding from the truth
If only you knew
A soul contract we agreed a few lives ago
Eternal love
Made from the angels above.

sunrise promised to wait for us
the dawn did not rise over the village,
in the eyes of the muses
the dawn promised to wait for us

muses are not like poets,
not even like the sun
that
burns its rays on the cascades moved by lazy waves,

- the dawn did not rise over the village,
the down promised to wait for us,
swore to the muses,
swore that the water would comb at the rising sun
  smoothly
it will burn in his eyes like the star of the night while planting a garden
where
the muses smolder all year round like flowers, or
like coal extracted from the hearts of poets,

God Brought A Beach Towel

  Written By: Breanna Womble



...

I’m starting to understand
The slight of hand
That it takes to see this world as an ocean
                                                So vast and deep
                                  With secrets to keep-
I spread love on like tanning lotion
                                        
(..) I forgot how the sun feels from this perspective
As my heart beats quick with/          
                             as if it’s,
                                                                         /To keep up with lost time.
I know now I hold the full Collective
all the while I stay and destroy the retina’s in my eyes.
                               This time around,
                                    Loving me is the new objective-
gazing at new found patience with what follows sunrise
                                                                      And left these sands of time-
                                                                      One grain left to fall amongst the Hour,
All this chaos I hold inside of me-
                                           In-spite of trees that Fear let tower

Ahead of me is too far gone
twin flames too, burned away...
Lake Eerie drowned our fire quickly/
                                                           a parted heart of two;
half-hearted sunsets shadowed days,
To the boy I thought I knew.



Do you suffocate with silence?
Do the sun-rays burn your eyes?

All this technicolor vision Love,
Colorblind through cobalt eyes’


(..) I know now of not tomorrow,
                                                          But sea, to my dismay;


                                                        
Salt lake kisses from Oklahoma/


                                                      ...Taste like soulmates in PA.




~Breanna Womble