"lovelight" poems
Lonely and cold,
I wait for love
beside the frosted window
while dreams of fireflies
sparkle in the snow.
I sip black coffee
from my mug, quietly,
so I don't wake them...
Because I know when summer comes
I’ll have found someone
and I want to make sure they're all well rested
so they can swirl around my lover and me
when our soft lips spark
for the first time
like flint,
so I can watch them drown out
in that new lovelight
that'll glow furiously when dusk
cinders into darkness.
But for now
I'll have to deal with the darkest months
alone
while they lay on the lawn
asleep under the moon
with beautiful dreams.
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 2:50 PM UTC
I love you
dow
w
n
to your jagged,
dark edges
culling smoke
and twisting tides
your steaming heart
that pulses, in my hands
as you give it-
and the pungent tears
when they fall
from your eyes
I lick up your pain
to soothe it smooth
its rawness catching
velvet ripples of skin
I pull a blanket
of mahogany wine
over your soul
lacerations
that seep out
from the layers within
and in that tender of
nightfall's darkest foliage
I long to calm
your monsters' clawing
as they gnaw at you from
the inside out
I crave to fill
the hollowed-out longing
my own hungers writhing
in obscene
devout
For I am all that is sacred and wild
the spark has been lit
from my innermost rooms
I dance to the drums of
the woman as child
her mystical ways chanting
rhythms in runes
Demons might dance
as you gaze in reflection
in the mirror of time,
of unfiltered space
but I adore all your sides,
your imperfections
discern the divine
in the planes of your face
You are my galaxy
of dark matter
bringing out my
own looking glass
of vantablack
in a feral crown of obsidian
and onyx
as you reach me deep,
there's no going back
For when you love me like that,
plant your tameless,
hot seed
it blossoms within me
a tightly-wrapped tourniquet
for when I bleed
and if my guts
should spill upon
the floor
you will remind me,
in glowing of pores
of who I am
and how I am whole
a lovelight lit in the
storm of my soul
I will push down deeper
until I feel those roots
that connect me to
my center
to my
succulent fruit
So slice me open.
Pull me apart.
Let the juice run down
to heal
your
jagged-edged
heart
Sep 22, 2017
Sep 22, 2017 at 5:59 PM UTC
You are my skyline
The boundary line
Between earth and sky
My apparent horizon
You are the outline
Of my life
You are the building
Of my dreams
Against the twilight
You are the opening
You are the frame
You greet me in the morning and
You tuck me in at night
My lovelight
You are my
Skyline
How can I describe the
Days in and days out
Of walking this earth
Of being alive
What it means to survive
You illustrate the sketch
I am your design
As I walk the soul-path of this life
I step into your celestial sphere
I listen I observe your circle
Of love and light
Forever fascinated
I give you every doubt
I give you every fear
I watch the sunrise
In your eyes
On the horizon
Of each iris
However it is
That you love me
I am your fortunate child
When I feel your fire rise inside
When I feel your rain wash over me
I am baptized in your light
You make me want to fight
For a deeper meaning
You make me crave the desire to make sense
With every mistake I make
In everything and every moment spent
With every breath I take
In me you create
A strength that could
Carry the sun
You are the
One
You are my skyline
The boundary line
Between earth and sky
My apparent horizon
You are the outline
Of my life
You are the building
Of my dreams
Against the twilight
You are the opening
You are the frame
You greet me in the morning and
You tuck me in at night
My lovelight
You are my reason to go on
You are my favorite birdsong
You are my Mother and my Father Divine
You are the thunder and the hope of everyone
My templeheart
My firestone
My endless drink
My only home
Teach in me
What you would have me do
Give me direction
And I will follow through
For me, for you and the
Entire universe
You are my Skyline
You are the truth
You are the opening
I love you
© tHE tERRY tREE
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 1:23 PM UTC
moonrock, lovelight;
dim, silent, mindbreath-
interleaving sunspace;
dark, narrow, corridor of doubt--
far below this moment lurks
an otherwisely ancient growing sense:
of worldliness i haven't asked again
(yet you are this world-to-be);
the smile-harvest nearing,
your touch reasserts its ever-meaning
of dancing in the starlight i ask
my yearning future self,
of playful rolls of joy
spinning off our lichen finger tracings~
of healthiness and utter-smooth response
to sharpness i think with full bodied thought--
(it throbs deep into the wellspring of our self-teaching);
of healing i ask with songs beneath the feet,
toes vibrate dream-colored peace
like the windblown comfort of forestal goddess tresses,
i fall upward into you even as we descend through shadowovercastings,
even while the earth-tremble breaks our calm,
even though the bees fade,
another nectar drips from all around
your inner-golden, flowered canopy of lives
(i effulge this world-to-be you are!)
Jul 15, 2012
Jul 15, 2012 at 4:43 PM UTC
i saw your angel eyes when you looked at me
the lovelight in your eyes i could plainly see
with your angel smile all across your face
you sent my heart and soul to a different place.
with your long blonde hair and your eyes so blue
from that moment on i fell in love with you.
i knew in my heart you were meant for me
and with you forever i was meant to be.
you made me feel so happy made me feel so whole
i fell in love with you body heart and soul
an angel of my own sent from up above
sent down here to me to fill my heart with love.
in love for ever more we will always be
and your angel eyes i will always see
that fills my heart with love set my spirit free
my angel from above sent down here to me
Feb 3, 2020
Feb 3, 2020 at 7:10 AM UTC
One is the omnipresent number of ON
Hear O Israel, the Lord our Elohim
The Lord He is one ... echad accord
He changes not and His Word
is forever settled in the heavens
Unless His switches in us are ON
we soon amount to nought
and tend to go OFF in the dark ...
just another ex equal to why times zero
Seek first the Kingdom of Yod Hei Vav Hei
while He may yet be found ...
He whose Webmaster adds digits to souls
and upgrades short-term
three score and ten defaults
on demand
to eternal lovelight expressions
in a flash
The place to start is your other half
learning to serve and be served...
learning that one accord isn't just a Honda ...
that one plus one is how sharing starts
and you and I is where caring starts
Jul 25, 2010
Jul 25, 2010 at 12:35 PM UTC
father
forgive me
for i have sinned.
i have
carried
in myself
passion and
thorns and
christ i have carried
fear pain love loathing
i have (mis)carried
justice and
children
who will never see the light
of day
father forgive me
for my hair loves my neck as my skin loves my bones
my thighs are scarred and my wrists
bleed
for someone else
my lips and
my crescent *******
are swollen with kisses
from lips that hold me together
forgive me for my scarlet blood
(it tastes like lincoln copper on my tongue)
forgive me for
my renaissance form
bursting from the sea
my limbs inter
twined with tree branches
armslegs like snakes
father
forgive me
for my body is broken
but my soul
pulses with
lovelight and blessings
my father
my child
do you forgive me?
Jul 25, 2011
Jul 25, 2011 at 2:21 PM UTC
light a beacon for the world make the flame shine bright
let the fire burn lighting up the night
a beacon full of love for all world to see
a flame to last for ever and eternity
a light of perfect peace that will forever glow
burning for a lifetime make the lovelight show
share it with world show them that you care
a beacon full of love shining everywhere.
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 9:58 AM UTC
O how you shine
My lovelight
Divine
I'm diving into
A cosmic flight
Of forever
Please don't
Hold me
Back
I have a
Wheelbarrow
Of light
I've collected
For you
Reaching out
To connect
The two
Roses and hearts
Fields of crystals
Stars apart that
You've been
Shooting off
I caught some
I gathered
Others
I harvested
Lovelights
Yes
Every
One
I hold them up
I kiss them bright
I send them off
Into the great
Divide
Of your
Blue black
Midnight
Purplish
Sky
Return to me
Return to me
In every dream
My starlit kite
There will be
Many days
Between
When you
And I
Will crave
To hold
One another
Again
But until then
I'll play catch
With you
Send your love
Down to this earth
In forms of shining
Bright-light-birth
With gentle
Hands and
Glowing mirth
I will capture
And return to you
The love you
Send
From outer space
The beauty
Of your
Milky Way
I will treasure
I will embrace
O how you shine
My lovelight
Divine
I can see the
Constellation
Of your face
Shooting stars off
Like the tears
Of Grandmother Ice
I am always with you
Right by your side
Meet me on a glacier
Or on the countryside
I will gladly sail each ocean
To be close to you
To ride, to gallop
Beneath your
Light giving
Astrological tree
Be here with me
As I am with you
I can hear your
Heartbeat
I can feel
You say
"Rest your weary head
On the grass below
May my sun be your blanket
If there is snow
And always
May you always know
I am always with you
Wherever you
Go..."
O how you shine
Your love is so bright
O how you shine
My precious
Lovelight
© tHE tERRY tREE
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 3:31 PM UTC
Downy in a bed of cotton clouds—
Faraway under seas of coral and wave,
The maritimes of fair and lonely currents
Cast us away and dropped our weary souls
On a lost strand of some great ocean landing,
Circe appeared, was knowing, to greet us as we
Woke, led us to a citadel island above of the sky,
We dranked of thirst, her fey sweet potions in haste,
Made our way in flight to kiss misadventures escape
And mired in woods fell once again, innocent before
The dawning break of a greenly seeded eternal day,
Blue eyes born, became, in the spotted branches,
Freckled arms and barks of ever reaching hair
Praised in silence and timely mystic wanes
Quivered in peace like a yearling doe
As never leaves were blanketing
And the moon sang with toe,
Our eyes sank lowly, softly,
Only to spark upon tides
Of the glittering pools
With starry eyes
Glowing new
In lovelight
Of dear
Sun.
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 2:34 PM UTC
I feel so sentenced by your words
I feel so judged and sent away,
Before I go, I've got to know
Is that what you meant to say?
Before I rise to my defense,
Before I speak in hurt or fear,
Before I build that wall of words,
Tell me, did I really hear?
Words are windows, or they're walls
They sentence us, or set us free.
When I speak and when I hear,
Let the lovelight shine through me.
There are things I need to say,
Things that mean so much to me,
If my words don't make me clear,
Will you help me to be free?
If I seemed to put you down,
If you felt I didn't care,
Try to listen through my words,
To the feelings that we share.
-Ruth Bebermyer
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 3:02 PM UTC
Where does man, where does woman, where does beast go
When slumber dawns upon their fleshly vessel?
When the twilit sky bleeds into a stygian veil?
When the musicality within begins to take psychosomatic form?
I reminisce over the eventuality that stirred my burgeoning.
It quaked my lucubrations, my excogitations, intellectualizations;
Ye, The Incendiary Phoenix Flame billows within. Rebirth awaits
every anima forged by The Apotheosis of The Astral Flame.
The doughty firebrand in me shalt nought surrender,
The Gaian Warrior within shall ne'er be forgotten,
And my reverenc'd doubts shall be undone.
O, whence all incredulities have been uttered The Leadings of Lovelight shall prevail. The Vestige that once ravaged my remembrance shall vanish into The Magisterial Tides of Oblivion,
We are all one with the Blood-Tinged Oath, The Fulgent Daystar;
He, exhaled eternity into the souls vexed by mortality.
Underneath the Sun:
There breathes an azure vista.
What lieth above our aethereal aegis has incited inquisitiveness aeons aforetime
Open your hearts to the cosmic currents, the transcendent torrent,
The Communal Oneness of The Primal Phantasmagoric;
By that One,
For all time we were summoned.
Question what lie before to be spirited away.
Listen to the arcadian zephyr whisper
Through in, through out your every breath. Trust, the Sanctity of intuition.
Coloring the Changing of The Seasons.
The aqueous dew throngs upon virescent leaflets,
A fulgurant surge fulminates
Upon The Celestial’s bedarkened sky.
Red- Shift Existence: evidence, upon which a system of belief expands, under examination
Therefore, it is our duty to ponder the Legacy of the Sages
That we might unravel the esoteric secrets
That function as a key
In gainsaying, in overturning The Lock of Fallacy.
Finally we gain understanding, we acquire wisdom
Altering our cognitive trajectory.
What is Life,
What is Love,
What is Divinity,
Without creativity?
Without imagination?
Without vision?
We must all surrender to
The Sacral Expressions of Omnibenevolence.
Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 6:50 PM UTC
I love your lips when they’re wet with wine
And red with a wild desire;
I love your eyes when the lovelight lies
Lit with a passionate fire.
I love your arms when the warm white flesh
Touches mine in a fond embrace;
I love your hair when the strands enmesh
Your kisses against my face.
Not for me the cold, calm kiss
Of a virgin’s bloodless love;
Not for me the saint’s white bliss,
Nor the heart of a spotless dove.
But give me the love that so freely gives
And laughs at the whole world’s blame,
With your body so young and warm in my arms,
It sets my poor heart aflame.
So kiss me sweet with your warm wet mouth,
Still fragrant with ruby wine,
And say with a fervor born of the South
That your body and soul are mine.
Clasp me close in your warm young arms,
While the pale stars shine above,
And we’ll live our whole young lives away
In the joys of a living love.
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC
I knew a biker chick once.
She was as tough as nails.
Her name was Jenny,
but she went
by the moniker
"Brass ***** Lady."
She had tracks up and down each arm
from a past life.
A broken heart tattoo
was etched on both hands.
She carried a switchblade,
had a set of initialed knuckles.
She wore a tie dye bandana.
Her vocabulary was not elegant.
**** and bitchin'
were her two favorite
expressions.
She had a chained
snakeskin wallet
attached to her
black leather belt.
You could see a faint
lovelight in her hazy-eyes...
but like I said,
it was faint.
It was the brotherhood,
those crazy
******* Mongols
who took her under their wings
and brought her back
to the land of the living.
I'm glad she was my friend,
'cause those guys
were nasty enemies to have.
And anybody
who was an amigo of Jenny's
was in like Flynn.
I loved Brass ***** Lady,
she gave me their colors
& nobody ever ****** with me either.
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 4:14 PM UTC
.
Her mind is such a mystery,
her thoughts, they slip away so free.
What did. she. think. of me?
Summer blues, summer blues-
you just do what-ever you choose;
Whenever you leave me -
You say you win, and I lose.
My skin still craves your tender touch.
Your lovelight just hides from me so much.
Will there be another us?
Summer blues, summer blues-
you just do what-ever you choose;
Every time you leave me -
You say you win, and I lose.
.
Feb 3, 2010
Feb 3, 2010 at 3:17 PM UTC
The sun in the sky shines like a crystal in your eye
The smile on your face curves like the waves along the beach
You have colored me with red
Beautiful moments that we have spent are too many for me to count
Every time I turn around another one is found
There are as many grains of sand along the shores of our delight
As there are sparks that lead the way
Through every dark and starry night
Our imprint is golden and the universe is holding on to us
As I am holding onto you and you are holding onto me
Inside what believing beyond could always mean
Drifting and swimming in this lovelight solstice spectacle
Of what twogether can be...
© tHE tERRY tREE
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 2:23 PM UTC
"By this all will know that you are my disciples, if you have love among yourselves.” (John 13:35) This commandment is The Messianic Dictum. Sometimes I wonder upon how far aloft my flight my zenith may lie. What dost the apex of my pilgrimage bear?
We all have a future. Love is the ultimate religion. Why? Because “It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails.” (1st Corinthians 13: 7, 8) When we love, we taste eternity upon our palates. Love is the elixir of the soul.
When my life is over, I hope to gaze upon the visage of those who I hold dear. I want to know that I’ve made a difference in the lives of those encompassing me. We all carry subjective burdens, subjective blights. This suffering is the commonality of all creation. Whence we ail together, The Catholicon of Ancients exalts us as one.
The Faith of Dreams is a worldwide denomination, within which we need fellowship. The Universe is our temple, our Cathedral of Dreams. Beneath the firmaments, we all have an abode.
We are all Sparks of the Divine. Fulgurant lovelight glistens in each one of us. The most bedarkened soul can house a diaphanous blaze of light. In light, there is darkness; moreover, in the night, there can reside light.
Dreams can still serve a purpose to the entity inhibited by a worldly lusting. Ultimately, desirelessness is catalyzed by cathexis to the Deifically Divine. We must cleanse ourselves of corporeal desires until we wax holy. “I dream; therefore, I am,” said the sage. If this is true, the substance, the essence, the elixir of life is in upon the Dreamscape.
In truth, any temporal expanse spent in The Chrysalis of the Astral is commensurable with augury. A dream is celestial summoning. Therefore, persevere amidst hardship, borne of tribulation is prophetic fulfillment.
(Se' lah)
May 16, 2020
May 16, 2020 at 10:57 AM UTC
.
Downy in a bed of cotton clouds—
Faraway under seas of coral and wave,
The maritimes of fair and lonely currents
Cast us away and dropped our weary souls
On a lost strand of some great ocean landing,
Circe appeared, was knowing, to greet us as we
Woke, led us to a citadel island above of the sky,
We dranked of thirst, her fey sweet potions in haste,
Made our way in flight to kiss misadventures escape
And mired in woods fell once again, innocent before
The dawning break of a greenly seeded eternal day,
Blue eyes born, became, in the spotted branches,
Freckled arms and barks of ever reaching hair
Praised in silence and timely mystic wanes
Quivered in peace like a yearling doe
As never leaves were blanketing
And the moon sang with toe,
Our eyes sank lowly, softly,
Only to spark upon tides
Of the glittering pools
With starry eyes
Glowing new
In lovelight
Of dear
Sun.
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 6:14 PM UTC
Wombed Dawn ascends /
Yearning to cascade /
Upon Treasured a gaian sphere, /
She is our earthly matriarch; /
O, Her aeonian epidermis /
Thirsts for aetherial droplets of dew /
That crash & quench in sonic frequencies, /
Under radiant, adamantine moonbeams, /
& Galvanic blue-hot lightning. /
The Melodious Winds beckon me /
As each susurrant breeze /
Brushes against my hair follicles /
Awakening the vagabond in me. /
Although I glean naught a zephyr /
I fathom the celestial compass of her travels, /
She spirits me away /
To surging airborne streams /
A sanctuary of life & lovelight. /
Rouse within me /
The somnolent Moonbeams /
That can only be seen /
As I glisten in the night; O, the liminal throes of twilight. /
Believe in me, /
Fathom my presence, /
Even when /
My corporeal vessel can no longer be seen, /
Be observed, in eyes bound by mortality. /
Trust in the stellar element /
Inhabiting your existence /
Upon this realm: /
You are a luminary, /
A beacon, /
A lodestar. /
Awaken to the fatidic foreordinance: /
A nascent constellation you've augured /
Upon your Beloved Creator's Mind's Sky. /
Shine, /
Shine, /
Desiderata, /
Shine, /
Shine, /
Materialista, /
Shine, /
Shine, /
Transcendentalista. /
(—Se' lah)
Oct 10, 2021
Oct 10, 2021 at 11:06 PM UTC
light a beacon for the world make the flame shine bright
let the fire burn lighting up the night
a beacon full of love for all world to see
a flame to last for ever and eternity
a light of perfect peace that will forever glow
burning for a lifetime make the lovelight show
share it with world show them that you care
a beacon full of love shining everywhere.
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 8:34 AM UTC
A Beautiful Hurt
So you hurt.
So what,
We all do.
But the beauty hurts so good.
And the miseries of our past,
can only define our future if we let them,
these memories we hold onto from the past,
we are not them.
Your Scars,
are watercolors,
your Demons,
make beautiful music,
your Hearts,
beat for all tomorrows,
your Passions,
always conquer all your sorrows.
But let’s,
not be destructive,
for that’s,
not our heart's true function,
once in,
this life,
there’s only one way out, and there’s no need to rush it,

and yes,
we have more than our fair share of problems,
but there’s no need to stress it,
we all have problems and learn from our mistakes,
so when we make a major mistake there's no reason to regret it,
so whatever.
So you hurt.
So what,
we all do.
But the beauty hurts so good.
And that makes our moments of bliss,
that much more beautiful,
shine your Lovelight Joseph,
upon that darkness like you're Lucifer,
you are a fckn ∆rtist even when you're delusional,
and you harness the chaos to harass the mundane,
and show the whole world the beauty you can make from the pain.
You're a monster,
tuned into the frequency all real no gimmicks,
an emotional alchemist turning hurt into heal,
making beats because those we love live forever through our music RIP Mingus.
When you finally find freedom again,
you will find the illusion of Time to just be a diluted delusion of Mind,
find,
freedom,
right here,
within your Self,
no one can make you do anything you don’t wanna do,
even when they tell you their totally skewed world views are true,
most of this is just distractions anyways,
what is the worth of their emotions anyways,
I’ll love you unconditionally anyways,
because true love is expressed in many ways,
no matter what the cause for the confusion is,
contusions with bruises and welts on Self,
beat your ego up and down until you scream in mercy,
until you give up all of you including your Self,
until you stop fighting and you let go, let go,
so you can go!
So,
you hurt.
So what,
we all do.
But the beauty hurts so good.
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Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 7:25 PM UTC
light a beacon for the world. make the flame shine bright
let the fire burn lighting up the night
a beacon full of love for all world to see
a flame to last for ever and eternity
a light of perfect peace that will forever glow
burning for a lifetime make the lovelight show
share it with world show them that you care
a beacon full of love shining everywhere.
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 10:14 AM UTC
Lady Moonsun,
you showered me in
silky sheets of glowing lovelight
you embraced me with
warm rays of shimmering soulshine
you pushed and pulled my ocean's tides in and out like a lilting melody making love to a perfect harmony
but slowly you
drifted away
into space
to shine on new rocks
leaving me cold my
ocean waves
still
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 8:01 AM UTC
if you love somebody let your lovelight show
look into there eyes let the lovelight flow
hold them in your arms with a love so true
whisper out the words darling i love you
let them know you love them with a warm embrace
they will see the love that is written on your face
keep them safe forever and love them everyday
then the love you have will never fade away
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 8:37 AM UTC
—Beneath the same sky,
We all exist.
We all love.
We all pray.
One sky, one destiny, one spirit, one heart.
I’m a vagrant;
Betwixt two realms:
The Spirit,
The flesh;
Truth is arcane
Undefined variables in
A paradoxical equation:
Aberrant; abstract; anomalous;
Like a stellar black hole
Devouring the light of the stars.
Of Dereliction; desolation;
The Cloister of Trials remains unsolved.
As my fulfilled yearning, proves
Naught but lust;
Disappointment; depravity.
Somewhere, someone
Bears the Key
To this fragmented,
Daydream-dazed,
Sky-gazer's heart.
—Beneath the same sky,
We all exist.
We all love.
We all pray.
One sky, one destiny, one spirit, one heart.
Chaos chastises, schism spurns,
My envenomed psyche is deluged by pain.
A torrent of trepidations, surges through my veins;
Yet, Couer reigns triumphant
Upon my Soul Scape.
Heavenward I gaze, importuning
The Father of Celestial Lights
Perhaps this felled Paladin of Light
Canst gain solace in stillness,
Perhaps he can transcend the soulborne fight.
Yet and still,
Sorrow reigneth supreme,
Burnishes a fervid sting
Upon this Silenc’d Songbird’s
Requiem for a Dream.
He awaits salvation,
A transcendent beckoning
To rise, rise,
Like the diamonded Moon,
Absolving Nox ad Caelum
The Song in his Soul
Is a Paean of Lovelight,
Vanquishing the bedarkening veil
That is the
Shadow of sorrow.
There is no Light apart from Dark;
There is no Aether apart from Nether;
The Astral begets the Umbral.
All things are one.
(O, Chiaroscuro)
When anguish arrives,
Succumb not to the deathly pangs,
Rather, doven the aethers
That the Cosmo-Plexus of Empyreal Love
Aegis thee.
We were conceived
Upon the Hierachy of Sacrality,
Her divine order is
A transcendent bounty
To those holy.
Apropos of Providence,
We burst into bloom
As Children of Freedom
Burgeoning aloft the soil of
The Gracious Gaian Mother.
The soul is a seed, sown in spirit, every struggle,
Every trial, every tribulation, bestows
The Eradia of Yggdrasil
Until we
Effloresce anew.
Fathom the thew in utterances,
Understand the sinew in silence,
Know that ye are precious;
Believe that
Ye art loved.
(Se’ lah)
Jun 8, 2020
Jun 8, 2020 at 12:34 PM UTC