The Divine Rhythm’s Call
WhovianPastor
In the pulsing heart of this vast cosmic sprawl,The Divine’s rhythm beats, beckoning a call.Not loud, not brash, but a resonance true,Echoing whispers of what we’re meant to do. Footprints…
poetry
As a wounded healer, I tread.
In a world awash with contrasts, a dance of dark and light,Where privilege strides with confidence, while pain endures the night,I stand upon the threshold, eyes open, heart laid bare,Acknowledging…
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To hear the heart’s plea; a poem about Matthew 15.
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In the heart of tempest’s bluster, midst the waves that did conjoin, The disciples saw a figure, in the dim, faint moonlight’s shine. ‘Twas a form, so unfamiliar, moving with…
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