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Poetry & Art

Meet me on the High Mountain

There

He is present in all of His

Majesty

a grand sight for all to bear witness

Admire.

 

Unwavering through wind

storm

fire

Grounded

ready to ascend.

 

A beacon

leading the lost

despondent

oppressed

to the promised land.

 

Providing shelter

solace

space

away from chaos

Danger.

 

Protecting the Holy Gifts

bestowed upon Him

by His Divine Wife above

all of Creation

the fruits of Her labor.

 

She shines Her light

as He holds Her gaze

to reveal His shadow

which He must purge

to be worthy of Her love.

 

Heart open

generously giving the best parts of His design

Soul

unabashed to feel the depth of Her affection

Surrender.

 

Through pain and suffering

Determined to build His mountain

Himself

and come home to Her

in the Heavens.

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by Gabild

The first time I wrote a poem, I cried because I had no words to say. Now I write poetry because I have no words to say when I cry.

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