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Head Rush
©HeatherNoble2020-21HEAD RUSH: IN ENTERING THE night I can only see the flame. turning every which way but the dance of you never does cease to remain,... Falling beneath the winds waiting for the season when my beautiful seed may grow, likened to the days I loved to see the leaves flow with ease as the sun rose. only time has flew by as this worlds warmth would set on the other side and like a hydrogyn to its oxogyn it was to be divide one beneath the light of a luminous glow while the other surrounding her giving it breath and room to grow. Together a perfect beat for our music and his song being sewn. I CLOSE MY EYES AND TRY TO GIVE room for a rythym to be made into his song as that which carried HER THROUGH THE WHISPERS AND PLANTED ITS SEEDS TO BLOSSOM IN a garden we could call our own, where THE RAYS AND THE MORNING DEW FOR ALL FOUR SEASONS ARE CONNECTED too AND THE SUMMER SOLSTICE PROVIDES A WAY just AS THE THREADS FROM GOD still do the same: UNITED CAREFULLY they have sewn just as so loving the world that he gave his own..... after the rain the garden will bloom, after the reign the garden be shown. In its Full beauty though its bloom may have come and withered it's seeds have been sifted with love, giving seed to the flowers our root giving life to our soul we bloom again and it's heart never really slows,, Yet still words may have a way of changing resignating to and fro and I believe... no I know! gifted through the resins each of us will grow and after the summer solstice no longer needs to be, the Solstice will be whole.. to be all and forever with such glory OH with the beauty of his reign wrapped around us as A CHRIST MASS AS WHITE as snow. Having been sown so marrily; a marriage vow of beauty and of grace; just as for Mary that of which marriage was given her name..for such as these the garden will no longer hunger and the marriage of the lamb will finally be where one and one still three being clear enough to see that this has always meant the Father; the Son; with you and me.. without the reflection of the moonlight we maybe choose to see being no longer needed to see truth and the majesty.. where the Sons light is the glow then seasons are no longer needed to bring in the change because we know and when we finally love the Father and the Son just the same, our love reflected back to him a light from which it came... Then I too will no longer be needing to walk through a place that I don't use these gifted senses as though I could not bare to see, and where the weight on top of my shoulders is no longer spread from like his from knee to knee; from one side where he rises to that of which he falls in the night when I feel these feelings of compassion divide us and the empathy no longer release, for the day will come where when he sets that darkness will not be. Oh how I yearn for the day the bleeding of our core, the center no longer bleeds for he is no longer misunderstood; truth be deem.. The relationship with tithing so beautiful that it gave; the roots to our life; the anchors to our soul.. thirsting for the water truly seen and be known OH thy will be done father God and 3 becomes one_TheWholeETheFatherandTheSon.
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