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weightless whispers like carresses gingerly fall on my face…
I tear the bleeding façade from the mirror as I look deeper to see the beauty He has created.
tangerine giggles respond to the darkness with feirce solidarity.
relinquishing the day to fantastical knowledge …I breathlessly scan the rapturous words as my spirit quakes within my form.
my soul drinks in the knowledge so my spirit can travel to Him again…
He left the rest to find the one He could no longer feel…
worthiness pores from my image as I try to hide from the sadness.
glittering grace falls gently to my spirit as I become one again…spirit,soul and body.
scattered pieces are not allowed in the secret place…
Truth and love reassemble the jagged edges.
the improbable yet magestic pieces melt into astonishing beauty as I sleep through the tremors of hate.
Gasping His name as I sleep…unaware of the struggle…I cannot forget His name…power…power…power…
The battle rages around me as release my spirit to the high ground,as I am pummeled with hate and fear.
fragmented pieces of me are serene as the battle rages around me.
my spirit is hidden from me …as the battle rages…
love,love,love,love
words whispered over my from as I become one again….
a time such as this…the battle was won to continue the war…
bleeding, I pick up my armour to stand on legs ,now stronger and more sure…hidden for such a time as this…
my love never wavered…love bleeds into my spirit as I slept fitfully to awaken to the battle field I had been hidden from.
I stand strong and powerful….doubt and fear falls from my from like ribbons in the night wind.
fierce bravery becomes a wounded battle cry as I pick up my sword.
no longer blind to the pain, and hate I no longer tremble with apprehension as I regain the footsteps I looked at through the window of disbelief.
The third trumpet has sounded