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Post by webjcpm on Jun 14, 2012 22:33:12 GMT -6
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Post by thomasmcelwain on Jun 25, 2012 5:51:52 GMT -6
22 And he who swears by heaven above, Swears by the throne of God of love, And by Him who comes there to sit. Beloved, I fail to swear indeed as I See how the word of man is a far cry From truth, and blindness also touches eye Of even souls who cling to You alone. And yet I come to You upon Your throne, Despite the fact that I see nothing there, Nor even any throne above to share. You have no sight or sound upon the air, Nor any form nor edge in my compare By which I might distinguish Your own face. And yet I find You in this howling place. Beloved, You are too close to me to see Despite the throne that towers above me, Despite the emptiness my heart would trace. From The Beloved and I www.lulu.com/spotlight/thomasmcelwain |
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Post by Woofenstein on Jun 30, 2012 19:15:12 GMT -6
Very nice, Thomas. Thanks for sharing.
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