Hey! I'm a friend of your sister T and her husband and have been following your blog since about 2 or 3 weeks in (but caught up from the beginning). I have a great deal of respect and admiration for you...you're doing something few would even consider. I've been praying for you since the beginning, glad God's kept you safe (despite a few hair raisers!) Very cool how God met you where you're at! I find your journey very inspiring and exciting! I really appreciated your entry a day or so ago about keeping the adventure in sight...something we all needed to be reminded of. Keep plugging on...It's encouraging and amazing to see how your needs are continually met. ~WSW
it is so said, so it is not so done, I whisper my anger discontent so I do not turn this world into a horror, it is already that for too many, but My world for now is so far from its horror that is is still distant as thunder and as bright as lighting. what to is but a few found now in my bitter tear? round not to the very rotten and find it good and fresh? it is rotten and I see it is rotten and still they Devour it whole as it was fresh and tender and with out spoilage . But I have been brutalized but in turn I well not brutalize you I well walk the long walk of justice , and know it not till it is still and present in its Glory. that is the day I know God, and God know Me. The day that my justice rains down upon my head and spills from me like rains of accusation and Endowment, as if it was a gift to be accused and claim the guilt of it. this well set you free and me as well so that we may once again walk our separate paths. then then in another morning we can meet fresh and new as children and play together and listen to one others dreams and hopes and call one another brother, but till then I fear the between us and the empty besides us and call of the day is the drifting melancholy of despair . yes it is in that we now know and in this incarnation know no other then this simple reprieve that we are forgiven and we can walk away from the well and sin no more. Thou we will and then آمين وآمون رع وآمون
Then said Almitra, 'Speak to us of Love.' And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them. And with a great voice he said: When love beckons to you follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him, Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth. Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself. He threshes you to make you naked. He sifts you to free you from your husks. He grinds you to whiteness. He kneads you until you are pliant; And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast. All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart. But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure, Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor, Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears. Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love. When you love you should not say, 'God is in my heart,' but rather, I am in the heart of God.' And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself. But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving; To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy; To return home at eventide with gratitude; And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips. Khalil Gibran
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ReplyDeleteHey! I'm a friend of your sister T and her husband and have been following your blog since about 2 or 3 weeks in (but caught up from the beginning). I have a great deal of respect and admiration for you...you're doing something few would even consider. I've been praying for you since the beginning, glad God's kept you safe (despite a few hair raisers!) Very cool how God met you where you're at! I find your journey very inspiring and exciting! I really appreciated your entry a day or so ago about keeping the adventure in sight...something we all needed to be reminded of. Keep plugging on...It's encouraging and amazing to see how your needs are continually met.
ReplyDelete~WSW
it is so said, so it is not so done, I whisper my anger discontent so I do not turn this world into a horror, it is already that for too many, but My world for now is so far from its horror that is is still distant as thunder and as bright as lighting. what to is but a few found now in my bitter tear? round not to the very rotten and find it good and fresh? it is rotten and I see it is rotten and still they Devour it whole as it was fresh and tender and with out spoilage . But I have been brutalized but in turn I well not brutalize you I well walk the long walk of justice , and know it not till it is still and present in its Glory. that is the day I know God, and God know Me. The day that my justice rains down upon my head and spills from me like rains of accusation and Endowment, as if it was a gift to be accused and claim the guilt of it. this well set you free and me as well so that we may once again walk our separate paths. then
ReplyDeletethen in another morning we can meet fresh and new as children and play together and listen to one others dreams and hopes and call one another brother, but till then I fear the between us and the empty besides us and call of the day is the drifting melancholy of despair .
yes it is in that we now know and in this incarnation know no other then this simple reprieve that we are forgiven and we can walk away from the well and sin no more.
Thou we will and then آمين وآمون رع وآمون
ReplyDeleteThen said Almitra, 'Speak to us of Love.'
And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them.
And with a great voice he said:
When love beckons to you follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.
But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.
When you love you should not say, 'God is in my heart,' but rather, I am in the heart of God.'
And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
Khalil Gibran