is capable of
making visible
what is invisible,
the spiritual
and the divine.
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Those who do
have nothingbut lettersand doctrines,and empty theory,and those whoare without thetruth naturallyhave manyconceptionsabout God.
I am writing about
When the two KoreanChristians set outfor their return tripto Korea, Robertjoined them.Officials threatenedsevere punishmentfor anyone whotalked to foreigners,but some listenedto Robert’s preachingand acceptedhis gift of aBible anyway.
O God who
your almightypower mostof all bysparing andhaving mercywe believe in you.These wordsprovide uswith the motivefor our callingupon God inthe hope ofreceiving the effectsof his promisesof eternal happiness.
If people are
the truth, andto clearly seethe truth, andif, furthermore,they are toenter the truth,and put it intopractice, theymust actuallytrain, actuallysearch, andactually hungerand thirst.
We are planted in love
We are given the power to graspthe heights and the depths of God’s love.O source of holiness,give me the spirit of wisdomand perception of God’s revelations.Enlighten the eyes of my mindto see what God promises meto lift myself up and createa new future believingin God’s great plans for me.
Underneath everything
Innocence is still in tact.Time cannot blemish your essence,or your portion of spirit.Do not loose sight of this essence.Do not mistake yourselffor your experience.Published onOctober 16,2010 in Poetfreak under the name Genovamaaa. Genova is my mother and I published earlier in her name.
The Soul’s self-symbol, its image of itself.
Its own yet not itself–
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Unchanged within, to see all changed without,
Yet why at others’ Wanings should’st thou fret ?Then only might’st thou feel a just regret,Hadst thou withheld thy love or hid thy lightIn selfish forethought of neglect and slight.O wiselier then, from feeble yearnings freed,While, and on whom, thou may’st–shine on ! nor heedWhether the object by reflected lightReturn thy radiance or absorb it…
As late each flower that sweetest blows
Within the petals of a RoseA sleeping Love I ‘spied.Around his brows a beamy wreathOf many a lucent hue;All purple glow’d his cheek, beneath,Inebriate with the dew.I softly seiz’d th’ unguarded Power,Nor scar’d his balmy rest:And plac’d him, cag’d within the flower,On spotless Sara’s breast.But when unweeting of the guileAwoke the pris’ner sweet,He struggled to…
When British Freedom for an happier land
Erskine! thy voice she heard, and paused her flightSublime of hope! For dreadless thou didst stand(Thy censer glowing with the hallowed flame)An hireless Priest before th’ insulted shrine,And at her altar poured’st the stream divineOf unmatched eloquence. Therefore thy nameHer Sons shall venerate, and cheer thy breastWith blessings heavenward breathed. And when the doomOf Nature…
Nay, dearest Anna! why so grave?
For what you are, you cannot have:‘Tis I, that have one since I first had you!_____________I have heard of reasons manifoldWhy Love must needs be blind,But this the best of all I hold–His eyes are in his mind.What outward form and feature areHe guesseth but in part;But what within is good and fairHe seeth with…
Oft, oft, methinks, the while with thee
And dedicated bame, I hearA promise and a mystery,A pledge of more than passing life,Yea, in that very name of wife!A pulse of love that ne’er can sleep!A feeling that upbraids the heartWith happiness beyond desert,That gladness half requests to weep!Nor bless I not the keener senseAnd unalarming turbulence.Of transient joys, that ask no stingFrom…
Not always should the tear’s ambrosial dew
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