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Post by ciel on Nov 27, 2004 11:39:22 GMT -8
Peace and power radiating, flowing. God's own power! Eminates, pierces Earth, moon, sun and stars! Flight take hold of me! There's an intimate magic, as though all the worlds and all of the universes were things of childhood, vanishing in it's brilliance. Letter blocks to an endless sonnet. Nonsense to glory. Wind-tossed to master of the raging tempest. Shackles to wings. Out of the darkness and into the Son. From deafening silence to the swell of all creation's greatest hymn of joy and perfect peace. I always worried that I was alone, that I might never have a FRIEND. Not so. They kissed. They made love. It was thier place, thier time, thier nothing and everything! They had all, knew all and they were one with all light. And both nothing and everything were powerless to thier power because they descended below and overcame all, not individually, but as one. They were two halves of infinity, one Alpha, the other Omega. When each sacrificed themself for the other, thier power spiraled into unspoken glory. That peace and power radiating, flowing. God's own power! Eminating, piercing Earth, moon, sun and stars! Granting them flight. That peace and power, far beyond magic, it's name is now, it was, and forever shall be Eternal Love, endless as God himself. Believe and fly.
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Post by Sparks on Dec 5, 2004 13:03:42 GMT -8
That was beautifully written.
"There's an intimate magic, as though all the worlds and all of the universes were things of childhood, vanishing in it's brilliance"
Right there, I think that's the best line in the entire piece. I wouldn't change anything about it, except that where you said "thier" I'm assuming you meant "their".
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Post by ciel on Dec 7, 2004 19:58:57 GMT -8
thanks so much! I appreciate your comments, and yes, I always misspell "their."
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