Dear Diary,
Strangled and a-ware /
I comb fingers in-to ash /
as I dis-ap-pear
They fold the-ir hands /
As they sit a-cross from me /
How do I praise G!d
They came on a day /
When it was cold and wind-less /
They came suddenly
Tiles and small stock-piles /
Bring on a cas-cade of fear /
and the stop in me
They pushed some bis-cuit /
and mix-ture to me at tea /
They shan't break my fast!
On a ce-real crack /
The rai-sin traced me as best /
as a dry humplump
can
The wild crane stands fast /
A-mong te rol-ling grass field /
As he jour-neys past
They are in a war /
They are wield-ing seen weapons /
But we, un-seen, win
They are in a war /
They are seen wielding weapons /
But we win, unseen
To make a dam burst /
It is im-por-tant to risk /
Flood-ing the ri-ver
How many swallows /
Follow the si-lence as well /
As a stag-nant pond?
How many swallows follow the
selection of an old
stagnant
pond?
Day comes and night goes /
Silk-i-ly e-nough on wings /
of a red fea-ther
The bumblebee flies /
Listening to the sounds of snorts /
and grumbling hammers
from the writer: Lest they
tramply on them, and then turn
and attack you, do not set
your pearls before swine.'
(hur-hur-huk) (laughing)
This is from Scriptures.
The bumblebee flies /
But tastes its own honey in /
no such haste as Man
On the equator
/ of a rectangle that curls
/ up leaving I
you,
me
Isn't it curious?
In between the lines the bird /
Makes its victory
Dear Diary, How are you? May peace be with you in the name of the Lord Christ Jesus.
If I had a wing / I would not flap but / boldly cover me
from the writer: If G[!]d had a wing / would He use it to carry / The sound of the trees
Am I so vulnerable
from the writer: 'With gladness I boast about thorn
in flesh (that was given to me to torment me, and to keep
me from being proud - a messenger of the one who calls himself
the Angel of Light), delight in weaknesses, and gladly boast
about troubles, persecutions, oppression from people unknown
and known to me, hardships, emotional turns and swoops and
flights, tribulations, for the sake of the One with the Name
(Christ).' (from Scriptures)
Am I so vulnerable that a[n] offer of a mixture is
deceiving
and
tempting? Are you?
They have familiarity with toxins. It's so embittering,
disappointing and upsetting! Oh!
from the writer: 'Remorseful, huh. Regrets? Or not? For the sake of the Christ, huh. The Anointed One who calls himself the son of Man. "Three times I asked the Lord to remove it from me. What? The thing causing (me) pain. The thorn in flesh. He said: My grace is sufficient for you. Good enough. Enough for you, my grace is. My power is greatest in weakness. (as has been recorded in Scriptures) "'
On the day of the Sabbath, Shaddai settles into his [or His] resting place after his work of the Creation.
The awesome G!d is with you, Diary, and He will
peso personally go ahead of you before them.
Oh, such mercy, as Pope Francis said: so much mercy, especially for confessors!
G!d sent four former high school
from the writer: (laughing) hur-hur-hur-hur. Four... form.. er... form-er... four.. form... four... for... It's too funny! :-D ^.^ (still laughing) ha- G!D is better comedian than I am :-D Thanks, Daddy :-) ^.^ >.<
G!d sent four former high school friends to me in the evening. When I looked on the gifts which one brought to me, I saw the words: 'When you only see one set of footprints in the sand, it is because I was carrying you.' That was awesome!
Scripture says that you ought to say, 'If this is G!d's will, we will live and also do this or that,' instead of boasting that tomorrow you will go to this or that city, live there for a few years and make a profit. This is a reminder from G!d to me about my limits and capabilities.
You are like an open
book, Diary, and I trust G!d will involve
you in his [or His]
plan as he [or He] sees fit.
I received many blessings from the Father today. I am especially grateful as I had prayed to die, earlier.
G!d is telling me that there is more
to me that he sees, other than what I see[,] and what they see.
The word of G!d is a lamp unto thy path[,] and a
light unto thy feet.
(Psalms
The context is the words I saw earlier in a [']Christian[']
publication, on the trees and tents that G!d sees in a group
of wanderers and ex-slaves.
They call for bed-time /
On a summer night in trop-ics /
What a silent moon!
From the writer: they call for bed-time / on a Sabbath that Lord rules / how patient Lord is!