God's Illuminating Wisdom
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Sometimes, I feel like a running brook and in midstream there is a boulder, that I am forced to flow around, yet I know the true force of the current that keeps me flowing and it is inevitable of serenity.
Even now while in my wintry solstice there is still a desire for God's brilliant and reviving idiom and metaphors with great intensity.
Under his illuminating wisdom, there is no fallacy in his true and perfect order, for God is the roaring seas, the bright and enormous galaxies, and the winds that move greatly in rushing degrees or moves like a sobering breeze.
His Holy words illuminate my soul and though I am not at all comely, I cling to his words as if I was a Mandevilla vine and, I am delightfully appease.
His words remain in my thoughts each day and strengthen my steps through shameless debauchery and I am diligent in my pursuit on the road to righteousness.
As I spar with trials and tribulations, I feel his closeness.
Regardless of how narrow my path darkens, his candle shines brightly upon my head.
I fear not my trespasser, and I have no hunger for other philosophical system with proposed wisdom, for my soul is not empty but is filled with his holy bread.
Copyright © Mary E.W. Stephenson | Year Posted 2022
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