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There is story being
etched in these days of silence, somewhere in the deepest eves of my Soul my
Lord is working, there has been darkness, beatific, the word I make a life to,
seems like shadows of yesterday,
I have felt tossed
I have tumbled
I have clenched and
it has ached.
There has been no
cease hollowing out the mire.
I toil and I travail,
believing, surely beyond the tomorrows spring will come
Slowly bringing me
back the rhythms of beauty,
My deepest love, the
man, I have leaned heavy into, whispered it strong and sure into the late of
night
‘I wait quietly
before God,
For my victory comes
from him.
He alone is my rock
and my salvation,
My fortress where I
will never be shaken
Let
all that I am wait quietly before God,
For my hope is in
him.’
Psalms 62
Quietly I have waited
and in the quiet I wait,
To
hear hopes soft unfurl
The essence
of beauty breathing tenderly once again
May your grace, my
dear friends, walk patiently with me?
Listen to the words
of my days,
Hear the story in Beatific
Binding
Beauty
Blessing
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