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In remembrance of Me (Christ Jesus, Isa, son of Miriam).
'Be merciful, as your Master (Lord) is merciful.' - Isa, Jesus, son of Mary
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<a href="#five">'How do we know when we have reached perfect love? When there is no
more fear' (from Scriptures)</a>
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<p>Dear Diary,
Strangled and a-ware /
I comb fingers in-to ash /
as I dis-ap-pear
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They fold the-ir hands /
As they sit a-cross from me /
How do I praise G!d
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They came on a day /
When it was cold and wind-less /
They came suddenly
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Tiles and small stock-piles /
Bring on a cas-cade of fear /
and the stop in me
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They pushed some bis-cuit /
and mix-ture to me at tea /
They shan't break my fast!
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On a ce-real crack /
The rai-sin traced me as best /
as a dry <strike>hump</strike>lump
can
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The wild crane stands fast /
A-mong te rol-ling grass field /
As he jour-neys past
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They are in a war /
They are wield-ing seen weapons /
But we, un-seen, win
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They are in a war /
They are seen wielding weapons /
But we win, unseen
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To make a dam burst /
It is im-por-tant to risk /
Flood-ing the ri-ver
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How many swallows /
Follow the si-lence as well /
As a stag-nant pond?
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How many swallows follow the
selection of an old
stagnant
pond?
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Day comes and night goes /
Silk-i-ly e-nough on wings /
of a red fea-ther
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The bumblebee flies /
Listening to the sounds of snorts /
and grumbling hammers
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<i>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.
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The bumblebee flies /
But tastes its own honey in /
no such haste as Man
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On the equator
/ of a rectangle that curls
/ up leaving I
<strike>you</strike>,
me
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Isn't it curious?
In between the lines the bird /
Makes its victory
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Dear Diary,
How are you? May peace be with you
in the name of the Lord Christ Jesus.
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<p>If I had a wing / I would not flap but / boldly cover me
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<i>from the writer: If G[!]d had a wing / would He use it
to carry / The sound of the trees
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Am I so vulnerable
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<i>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)
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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!
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<p>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)
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<p>On the day of the Sabbath, Shaddai settles into his [or His]
resting place after his work of the Creation.
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<p>The awesome G!d is with you, Diary, and He will
<strike>peso</strike> personally go ahead of you before them.
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Oh, such mercy, as Pope Francis said: so much mercy, especially
for confessors!
<p>G!d sent four former high school
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<p><i>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 :-) ^.^
>.<
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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!
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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.
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<p>You are <strike>like</strike> an open
book, Diary, and I trust G!d will involve
you in his [or His]
plan as he [or He] sees fit.
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I received many blessings from the Father
today. I am especially grateful as I had prayed
to die, earlier.
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<p>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.
<strike>(Psalms</strike>
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.
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They call for bed-time / <br/>
On a summer night in trop-ics / <br/>
What a silent moon!
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From the writer: they call for bed-time / on a Sabbath that Lord rules /
how patient Lord is!
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