As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
On this Sabbath, I was pleased to be reminded by the Viking, just how wonderful of Psalmist, Prose, Poet and Author the Holy Ghost is, as I often forget the unique melody which God strums in me.
People never realize that every one of them is different, as different as bass, oboe, cello, violin and the sounds of them are everything from symphony to blue grass. I have always been amazed in the beauty of who God resonated through, John is beautiful, David is beautiful, Mary is beautiful, Isaiah is beautiful, Moses is beautiful, James is beautiful, Hosea is beautiful, Amos is beautiful, but each one and so much more are all different.
Dearest Sisters,This is poetry: “The earth breathes in it's oceans, exhales moisture, which condenses in the sky and the streams are the blood of the world, nourishing this planet with life giving waters, all in reflections of God's Spirit and the Living Water of Christ.”“The moon in the sky is the reminder that mankind without the Light of God fades to darkness as the world gets in the way of light. The phases of the moon are the phases of man. The New Moon is the Ecclesiastical man, the Full Moon is the Proverbial Offspring of God.” (The moon appears to be full tonight!, as I went out to smoke in it’s spotlight).“Evil will not prevail, but that which the Spirit in me Breathes into will come to the glories of God in Heaven.” (as always, you make me cry…)“Yes everything in contact with the Apostles of Christ, goes with us to Heaven in the intricate wonders of God is not going to waste millions of plants, animals, bugs and life, because they are all His, doing their ministerial work in speaking a message to People to bring them to Faith in God.
The endless cycles of this world are not a lament, but a praise to the creation of God in by His children, more and more becoming forever in the good and the love of all that is living in the Lord.”(Not sure what good feeding back to you all this you’ve written, other than maybe as a demonstration of how soothing it is to read, over and over again, I guess.)
I ponder God now, I ponder in the beauty of the Words He plays through me, I marvel at His gardening through me, how He fashions metals, woods and even meals. TL is better at presentation on meals and so many other thing, but this is something to celebrate, because if I was not who I am, I would not know the beauty of another greater vessel.
Everyone wants to be the best, instead of being the completion of beauty they are meant to be.
I often read the things which come out of me, and more often marvel at the words, in I usually do not remember them, as I touch this keyboard and follow the Inspiration given to me by God. This blog has published almost 18,000 posts. Will estimate that is around 72,000 pages. In all honesty, the Lame Cherry is the most prolific write in world history. No 100 authors from Shakespeare to Mark Twain combined have accomplished this level of production.
The Bible has 1834 pages in it, and it took 4000 years to write.
Shall I look for tomorrow, for tomorrow will come whether looked for or not, just as today will vanish, whether I behold it or not. Philosophical reasoning is simply a reality as Newton discovering gravity, which was not discovered at all, as it always was in this dimension.
The time is coming when all that is beautiful will be abased. There will be no care, nor note of that which is beautiful, no more than animals trodding the soil note the songbird serenading the lonesome call for a mate.
I chisel these words in stone, the stone in decades would be buried by the flora, and the words would be no more than cracks in a rock. If I publish them here, without electricity, all will be blank as if the words had never been. Without knowing, there is not knowledge, and without knowledge, there is not any knowing.
Is anything as beautiful as a bee at work, a beaver at work, a swallow at work. Is anything as beautiful as that which is beheld.
Nuff Said
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