I know it's you, there is no other explanation...
Your seed remains in each generation:
Before the womb you knew them: the purpose preordained...
None can snatch them out of your hand:)
Where is the mocking, and the shame?
To know him is to love me-) from him all songs are sung: harmony resounding; heaven calling earth: a short refrain: from the temple he brings to birth.
By their fruits you shall know them: blossom my dear: fly like a dove: my hand will draw you; in love...
To know me is to love him: in my word rest assured.
The mystery of the ages, is yours to explore...
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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This poem weaves its way between a Frankie Paul song and the bible knitting a sense of meaning to be between loves. Nicely done
There’s a sacred weight in this, a lineage of light threading through time—like blood and breath carried in invisible hands.
It hums with devotion, a quiet insistence that love and knowing are inseparable, like roots entwined beneath the earth.
I think that's it Thomas, the question still remains though, who are we?
You may now understand why my wife thinks I am deranged!
Valiantstar, this carries a strong sense of devotion…there’s a confidence in it that feels rooted and assured. It speaks with conviction. Beautifully done. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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