Always be a bright candle flame and discover a new world.
Where time and space are unending and His magnificents reigns.
Where the Crown of thorns is the jewelled Crown of Glory. The crucified Christ is King. The tortured figure is strength itself.
In the churches people will sing of Glory, the glorious Cross held high, the vivid Iconography will be blessed with the sweetest Frankincense. Holy scripture will be wept upon with tears of joy, and the beauty of God's nature absorbed like a child with toy.
Your life will change, your heart will rest, your head will be without strain and stress.
You will attain the unattainable, the untouchable, the saintly and supreme, The unmistakably Holy, the blessed and clean.
Peace will enter your mind, suffering will cease, filled with joy and love. Mercy everywhere present, from the ground to the stars above.
Everlasting hope,
Eternal love,
Forever happy and peace of the Dove. No more longing, waiting and pleading. No more evil, no more pain, no more unrest, always the glow of a still burning flame.
Only the submergence of Glorious Truth, only the light without the shadow of darkness, only the love without any doubt, only the purity without stain and the sweetness of nectar without the taste of blame.
No more fear, no more hurt.
It's time to sleep and dream. Only dreams of loving kindness, the workings of the Spirit of Truth. Set sail and rest your soul, drift off and slumber. It's begun, you are there, you are now free to live a beautiful life of magnificent wonder.
Poetry, passages & stories inspired in 2020 by Andreas C Koutsoudis " Suffering is the seed of humility and creativity!... A blog for seekers wanting to find Christ... " @andeas_art_and_passion
Monday, 4 May 2020
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