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“Joan of Arc” in mind
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Psalm 11 – In the Lord I put my trust;
How can you say to my soul,
“Flee as a bird to your mountain”?
2 For look! The wicked bend their bow,
They make ready their arrow on the string,
That they may shoot secretly at the upright in heart.
3 If the foundations are destroyed,
What can the righteous do?
4 The Lord is in His holy temple,
The Lord’s throne is in heaven;
His eyes behold,
His eyelids test the sons of men.
5 The Lord tests the righteous,
But the wicked and the one who loves violence His soul hates.
6 Upon the wicked He will rain coals;
Fire and brimstone and a burning wind
Shall be the portion of their cup.
7 For the Lord is righteous,
He loves righteousness;
His countenance beholds the upright.
Love’s Truth
The weight was heavy
The wait IS deep
Like ice falling from an impregnated cloud
Like heat rising from a shattered floor
The Witnesses gather
Like harvesters in a field
Two by two then one by one
The Messengers come down
To view those standing from their seated heavenly places
None feels worthy
None appears counted among peers
The years grown like lichen and moss
The stars dimming because The Source is being forgotten
The weight of the Cross heavy because of the cries of dying souls
Whom can any man of peace trust?
Whom can any woman of valor confide in?
The fingers cold and worn from the census in the heavenly markets
Not food from the King’s Table as of yet
The wait grows bitter
The acid inside churning from the hunger to see righteousness displayed
Lips dry from the heat of thirst for righteousness
The orbits swelling with salt and light
The auris hears auresco but sees the arcus of the battle of denied human promises
The weight of the Tree on His back with the cries and blood of dying spirits
The wait of the misty Witnesses trying to be forced to deny the winds
Swirling at the front gates longing for release
Like flights of dancing and damning flames
How to run alive?
How to run still?
Love’s Truth, an array in the mills of the wind
-in the furnace of deep passion-
-in the breath of every horn-
-in the breach of false strategical disappointments-
Love’s Truth uncompromised
Love’s Truth unwilling to surrender yet fighting to give up and in
Love’s Truth wailing along every crack and crevice of every wall of God’s Holy Temple
By the wise of His Mind, Love’s Truth waxes and wanes
Nature and mankind
Stones: cry for Us
Love’s Truth held in the new beginnings of Kronos
Chromosomatically
Autonomically
Bridled in crimson fear of The River flooded
The weight was heavy
The wait IS deep
~Alicia Renee Shipe~
Love Poured Out
Crayons: 11×14: ARS
Vesseled Fire 