Ringing of Words (God) they're written in silence without ignorance without arrogance just the dance being danced without needing an advance taking each circumstance each sad prance each happy glance and building them into a forward dance the words continue their ring through each sting she...My† servant sings the poet of things lost in her fling with what heaven brings it's just her dance for a future's circumstance taking the silent criticism taking the family mocking taking a lover's indelicacies taking the lonely blasphemy as she hears My† voice in cadence a rhyming reverence for history's reference it is I† the singer of songs the lover of words the musician of musicians the creator of creation the strong, mighty one who loves and disciplines who conquers and reshapes who lives forever and ever it is I†: Am† the only living God† who breathes who sees who knows all things I† am I† was I† will always be
(March 18, 2021)―‘Ringing of Words’ came March 10th. Then I was tired and fought sleep for three days. God rhymed. Perfectly. Of course He would. And I’m the one to deal with how to present such holiness. Maybe one day people will understand and see that He is really speaking to me. Maybe.
He directed me to Psalms 50 and 73 afterwards. Both of them fitting for me since I’ve been thinking about a home lately. I was told to pack my apartment up. I have mostly. But I’m waiting. For what? I’m not sure yet. But I do know that this virus isn’t over. I don’t want to say that. I want it to be over. But I keep getting that it isn’t. I keep getting reminded of ‘The Adjunct’ and what came before that writing. The virus is the addition to what is coming. And what is coming? The visions.
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