I am the blood splattered on the wall
for that is the only picture you may see
of Me, silenced , folding into
the universe for every purpose
predicted through man; the reason to
ascend, suture the space that
only I ordained in you to be filled.
I am the sun spot on the ceiling
begging you to float into me
acting like a lover with dying crush;
the taste you’re craving as life's
food from the forgotten Tree.
I am every warm place where you
will inhale the floral of love
that only I can give and until
you willingly choose me,
you will never know our pleasure
for with respect, I will not force
but sadly, I will melt into another.
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amazing
i love the metephores. you have a gift and you use it well. -
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thank you so much
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Thank you for the pleasure and honor of this write by you....It expresses the heart of the one I wish I could pen so freely as you, without effort, and so magnificently....Magnificent and awesome...The heart of the Lover of Our Souls!
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You are too kind. Mostly, I'm excited to have a fellow believer share what knowing the Living God can do to our unbelieving dear ones. Thank you for the time to read, comment, and give such praise! Warmly, Dianne the CookieZeal
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I love the way this envelops the reader. It sort of puts an arm over your shoulder and says "look, listen" and spells it out in a common understanding that everyone can relate to. Divinity is the life force and vice versa in my mind. You cannot have one with out the other no matter how you may try. A powerful and wonderfully penned piece.
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so beautiful...
Christ on the cross...? love the line "suture the space"
with reference to the tip below, I would change "designed" to "deign"
Sorry, I do not have the knowledge as yet to critique beyond the images I receive.
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good advice... thank you !
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