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YOU CANt ESCAPE THE WEATHER
With accompaniment of rain, the tweets pour into my ear. Saturation of sound, mottled bark and sodden moss. Must be the downfall of civilization, heavens tears. In God’s house, psalm’s blessing; outside, purging the dross. Hues of watercolor diffuse, darkness rippling on wet canvas. There is beauty in mankind, to read between lines of tension. Push and pull of dripping thoughts, the undertow madness. A leviathan of sin’s proportions, the levity and dimension. You can’t escape the weather, its steady beat above the brow. The sweat beads seeping, harrowing adventures of sound. Inspecting inside and outside of self - what seeds to sow. Don’t be too hard on yourself, though you nearly drowned. Floating alone in a boat, the sea takes me on a journey. It is dark and lonely, the slip and slide, the ebb and flow. Comes walking on the water; appears, heaven’s attorney. Suddenly I’m on dry land, head bowed, to my knees, I go. Christ reigns. The closer we are to his gates, we long to serve Him only, yet we still stomp in muddy puddles with bare feet. We can hide our feet in socks, in rain boots, hide their curves. The Lord washes feet, cleanses with His Word ‘til we’re complete.
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