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O morning sky of endless blue
Tinged with purply-pinky hue
You tell me of His mercies new
Whose heart pursues my own

O geese in wingèd winter's flight
Your honking cries arouse delight
And lift my gaze to seek thy sight
As wooing from His hand

O softest breeze which skims my face
And stirs with such mysterious grace
My soul to reach for Love’s embrace
You brush me with His kiss

O snowflakes falling to the ground
You pierce my heart without a sound
To crave a purity only found
Beneath a bloodied cross

O setting sun in half-light glowing
Waning day’s last glorious blush showing
You paint with fire my spirit’s own knowing—
This life is fading fast

O stars of midnight’s blackest sky
Paraded forth, you pull my eye
Toward One Who speaks this ceaseless cry:
“I’m coming back for you.”

O creeping fog to dawn’s light clinging
You whisper, Love’s veiled message bringing,
With haunting echoes faintly singing,
“Lose all of you in Him.”
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"The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they reveal knowledge. They have no speech, they use no words; no sound is heard from them. Yet their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world."  ~ Psalm 19:1-4a

~~~
 Dec 2016 Val Vik
Ellentelligence
Just like the clouds cover the earth, so is God omnipresent.
Just like flowers grow from mud, so did God created us from same.

Just like flowers need pruning for growth, so do we from trials & temptations.
Just like flowers need rain to bloom, so will man live through conversion and baptism of The Holy Spirit.
Acts 1:4–5
John 3: 5
Cast off your secrets
light the lamp
shake off the veils of slumber
indulge in the essence of life.

She calls
She calls to you and me
the Mother.
She speaks in the tongue of your soul
she is never a stranger
and when you listen
memories of love and bliss enchant you
though they were void not moments ago.

There is a chord still connecting us.
It is strummed when we love one another.
It is strummed when we share in selfless joy.
We are the instruments of this innocent music.
It coaxes the beast, our delusions, into its den.
We lock the gate and frolic in the fields,
safe from the weapons of our own chaotic powers.

The Mother invites us to her table.
Before us, the meal of life has been prepared.
It is whole in the giving.
She warns us to keep it whole.
If we give it back as one, there is a door she promises.
Who knows what lies beyond,
but,
I want to go there...

Do you?
I hope you enjoyed this :)

DEW
 Dec 2016 Val Vik
hazem al jaber
Potency of love  ...


you are ...

the potency of my night ...

the poetic power to every night ...

through your loving love ...

yes you are ...

you are the beating heart ...

to my heart ...

the most sweet potency ...

to my all sensitive body's parts ...

my soul ...

my heart ...

my ears ...

and every part ...

you are ...

the power ...

whom fill me with all craziness ...

with all loving feelings ...

to get madly ...

so madly to you ...

to be the potency  to your night ...

in every night ...

in every sunset ...

to every sunrise ...


the power ...

and the potency ...

to my all nights ...

you are ...

the magic of marvel ...

which made me as a wind ...

faster the all wind ...

to drew a poetic picture  ...

within sand in the heart of desert ...

and to make all trees dancing ...

with my all words ...

because i'm running so fast ...

there to you ...

to be the power to you ...

as you are the potency of love ...

to me and to my all nights ...

here i am ...

at this night ...

as every night went ...

going to run my all feelings ...

to give you ...

as you always giving me ...

the love through love ...

to make it as always did ...

making love lasts forever ...



hazem al ...
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