For the Love of Christ

Spirit of Truth

Spirit is the source

Formless and invisible

Present everywhere

Manifesting as all forms

But none are her

Only brilliant disguises

Which she creates

To veil her reality

Thine Own Self

It is not the self that struggles

But the ego that struggles with the self

A battle that cannot be won

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St. John 17:5

“And now, O’ Father, glorify thou me with thine own self with the glory which I had with thee before the world was.”

Falling Star

She hears

The voices

Of her ancestors

Through the trees

In the forest

Over the rocks

On the mountain top

And through the waves

In the sea

But in the darkness

Of the night

When all is silent

She beholds

The glory of a

Falling star

Wonder

She chases

Sunsets

Rainbows

And waterfalls

To keep

Her wonder

Of magic

Alive

Pics by Krista

Twin Flames

Uniting with Spirit

Is a collision

Of cosmic proportion

It is a merging

When two become one

Polar opposites

Drawn together

By a magnetic force

That cannot be denied

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I Corinth 6:17

“But he that is joined unto the Lord is one spirit.”

Breath of Life

Inspiration

Comes to me

From the Bible

Like God

Blowing the

Breath of life

Into me

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Job 33:4

“The spirit of God has made me, and the breath of the Almighty has given me life.”

Listening

In prayer

We talk to God

In meditation

We listen to God

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Psalms 49:3

“My mouth shall speak of wisdom; and the meditation of my heart shall be of understanding.”

Spirit of God

The spirit of God

Has seen its reflection

In the darkness of the waters

The darkness is the anchor

That holds the spirit of God in place

The waters are those on which the spirit rests

When the spirit of God moves

It is time to raise up the anchor

So we are free to sail

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Genesis 1:2

“…and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters.”

This lovely creature graced me with her presence in November, and has been visiting every day since then. I first saw her on the peak of my roof at dusk one evening. She had feathered feet, so I texted a pic to the Audubon Society in my area, and they said she was a “fancy pigeon,” a domesticated bird, not native to this area, and most likely an escaped pet. She stayed to herself at first, but soon became friends with the resident pigeons. She seems to have adapted well to being out in the wild, and maybe she is happy to be free. I feel so blessed to have her here, and she is welcome to visit me for as long as she wants.