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Paul NP Jan 2022
You are the Love that I Remember,
You melt me through Aeons of Winter.
You make me the blazing Djinn,
You make me the Christ without Sin.

You are the Cure for The Cold
and my love is like Footsteps in Snow.
Where I follow with Feather and Rose.
To give you my Heart and my Soul.

You are the Love that I Remember.
You are the Love that I Recall,
You are the Spirit of my Crossing,
You tie me in Beautiful Woes.

You are the Essence of Color.
Also the midnight cruiser.
You are the spring fawn,
and its your laughter that makes me grow.

You are the will of the bright.
You are the source of my spiritual writing.
You make me the king in blessings.
Blessings of virtue and light.

You are the love that I remember,
the truth and the love that is tender.
You are the ocean of responsibility,
that I pick up when reason is withering.

You are the quintessential virtue.
That all there is to know is full.
The fullness you supply, I imbibe
these virtues; with intimacy, grace and time.
Written in the Muse of my new song, But also a Work in Progress
https://soundcloud.com/hollaflower/hollaflower-reunited-ignited-loud-mix?si=629482a556ed489e95da784bcd6d05f6&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing
Thanks be to God,
For every good and perfect gift
Comes down from the Father of lights
Who causes us in Christ
The world to overcome
And to joyfully sing.  

I am a man flawed,
A Christian the Devil will sift
For a season.  But the serpent bites
His own tongue, in time; and I, imparadised,
Will ask him when he's dumb,
Death, where is thy sting?
Persephone Dec 2021
There are so many ways to worship the divine
Though my absolute favourite is in an abandoned parking lot
With fogged up windows to hide our devotion within
A temple of our own construction, and as sacred as the sin between our lips
As your hands roam the curves of my body, the fire within us ignites
Ready to sacrifice any and all logical thoughts
The rituals begin soon after in a rush to take our clothes off and I am nothing more than a humble offering
So you can drink me in like the finest of nectar, suited only for the gods
And finally the festivals commence with a tangle of limbs and a fight to keep ones breathe
Hands still explore as the fire burns hotter and before I know it you take me to the home of the gods
You welcome my acts of piety and respond in ways that make me see stars
My screams echo louder as your pace only quickens
And as the fire consumes us both
You take great pleasure in hearing your name being sung from my lips like a prayer
Satisfied by my worship you have no doubt in knowing which god my devotion belongs to
Steve Page Dec 2021
God said, come now
and let us mystery together,
fire and phoenix together,
rhythm together, step together,
be danced and held together.  

Let us rest in my meadow,
feast to our pleasure
and pour to our brimful altogether.

Come let us be here together.
A rift off Isaiah 1:18
Steve Page Nov 2021
sacred to love
sacred to laugh
sacred to pray

sacred to dance
sacred to sing
sacred to pray

sacred to write
sacred to make
sacred to pray

sacred to play
many things can be sacred
Let God be
praised and let
Himself praise Himself.
Let His people
joyfully praise Him,
and let the whole
world and its hosts
and the firmament
and its bodies
laud Him praises,
He who was
and who is to come
He who reinth for
evermore, word
without end. And from
the east pole
of the earth, to the
north of the
south reaching the
west, laud His praises.
In the deepest
part of the sea
sing Joyfully
doxologies of
glorification and
adoration to
worship 🛐 Him
beneath the earth
and underneath His
throne were twenty
and four holy spirits proclaiming His
praises for He his
worthy to be magnified.
Praised be thy
Lord our
God till eternal.
Amen !
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CLOUDNINE'S TWENTY SIXTH SONG OF DOXOLOGY TO PRAISE THY LORD.
Isaac afunadhula Oct 2021
Though the winds blow I will stay
Out in the open
To see prefect grace unfold
My heart shall give way to love
Time will be lost but I will give the highest praise
Worship for all my days in Your name
Savior of all in you I trust
Either you pray or either worship,
To get rid of pain, misery & hardship.
All your effort shall must go in vain,
Your problems be there & you be in pain.
Can you grow Mango on a berry tree?
By bowing to God and asking for glee?
Certainly a prayer, not fetch a result,
Unless work hard increase your pulse.
Your action decide, your future indeed,
Not prayer important, your action & deed.
Then Why to bother , why to complain,
God is your creation you given the name.
He neither can grant a prayer or boon.
Because he exists like bright day moon.
By mere worshipping to God, one never gets mango out of a Guava Tree. Similarly, a Mango Tree never bears the fruits of Guava. Howsoever sincerely you pray to God, it is your action , which is decisive of your fate. YOU GET THE FRUIT, AS YOU SOW A SEED. WORK IS IMPORTANT, NOT PRAYER INDEED.
Yvonne Nice Oct 2021
Have you ever let the night sky blanket you during the dead of night?
  The barest of clouds invited to a masquerade with the subjects of the moon,
pirouetting with such grace and skill that it appears to be a work of the gods?
  She is a silent melody whispered to those who listen
  Did you know that the moon is warm?
  A golden halo radiating her beauty,
beaconing your gaze towards her
  She is a haven,
sanctuary,
the only one I can truly call home and the guide who watches over me
  I know that if nothing else,
there is the moon.
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