You first came many years ago
To a small room filled with many
Your flame appeared upon their heads
And Your fire upon their tongues
What was this phenomenon
This speaking of random languages
What is going on and how is it happening
Were they truly drunk at 9am?
But now, in these days we KNOW you
Our comforter and friend
The voice that murmurs for us
When we have nothing but groans
You’re the heartbeat of our souls
The speaker to our hearts
We feel your voice deep down inside
Like a fluttering of butterfly wings
How can we be without you
Oh great interceder and friend
Without your conviction
Would we see any repentance?
Without your discernment
We would be a mess creating mess
We long for the gifts you give us
Mercy, teaching, prophesy and more, MUCH more!
Oh Spirit of God, and the wind that breathes
On wings of doves you fly
Like a fire that jumps water
You touch each and every one of us
About the Creator
Linda Bromley
Just one of many creative outlets for me has been books! My whole life I’ve loved them and it’s so easy to make the jump to writing.
Recently I completed a poetry challenge and now, looking for more excuses to write, I’ve found myself here!
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Two Wrinkles In Time
It is pointless to run, my darling, because sixty seconds ago, I will kill you. My blade will have sliced reality open right in front of you. It will have first pierced it as it would a bed sheet left hanging to dry, flapping in the wind on a Sunday afternoon. But the metal will have drawn a line in the air that the ghostly tear will have followed. Then I, La Dyablès, machete firmly in hand, will have emerged from what your mind, at the time, could only interpret as the other side of here—whatever that means to you. I know. I have seen that look on the faces of countless unlucky… clients. You will not have been the first nor the last to try and reneg on a riches for soul contract only to present this visage to me when I come to collect.
By Lily Séjor6 days ago in Fiction
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