Waters above
Waters below
Firmament in between.
I can't skip over this
What could it mean?
Firmament called heaven!
What is there above?
I know it doesn't matter,
I am rooted in his love...
It becomes more of a mystery
Who is this God
To much for a mortal man.
Who could know the truth-
Who can understand?
My ways are not your ways.
I heard him say.
Have faith in me,
I am the way.
The light that separated the darkness, that was over the deep
On this I lay and Meditate, before I go to sleep.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Good call there, round or flat, we’re still purposefully here, should we want it. 🙏🏻Thanks for clarity🕊
A poem of acknowledgement and praise. Very nice
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