[Soaring Feather]

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[Soaring Feather]

Psalm 121

I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills:
From whence cometh mine help.
My help cometh even from the Lord:
Who hath made heaven and earth.
He will not suffer thy foot to be moved:
And he that keepeth thee will not sleep.
Behold, he that keepeth Israel:
Shall neither slumber nor sleep.
The Lord himself is thy keeper:
The Lord is thy defence upon thy right hand;
So that the sun shall not burn thee by day:
Neither the moon by night.
The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil:
Yea, it is even he that shall keep thy soul.
The Lord shall preserve thy going out, and thy coming in:
From this time forth for evermore.

Amen

~Mahalia Jackson ~Precious Lord~

[StarCMC]

 

A Special Love

How can I compare your beauty
to other faces?

You seduce me in the sunshine
unashamedly, knowing I cannot look away.

My soul cries out more, more,
and again I search your dark eyes
until I'm strapped in a trance like state.

You proceed to tease
my lips with your tongue delegating my mind
to your ocean, where I glide above the
surface gushing with exhilaration.

Your bouquet fills my face and body
projecting me to hovering heights
that have my heart
racing as if in a lover's embrace.

Yet, you free me
to further savour your endless delights,
till I cannot get enough,
and consume you like an army
of leaf ants would ravage to build their home.

Just as I can feel the slip into the next dimension,
a painless place free of blame,
I open my eyes and you sit there waiting.

Gee I love Mudcake.

Copyright; Rob Swales

 

 

[laurenmarlowe]

Good Sunday afternoon Ms. Feather!

As a perfume doth remain In the folds where it hath lain, So the thought of you, remaining Deeply folded in my brain, Will not leave me: all things leave me: You remain.

Other thoughts may come and go, Other moments I may know That shall waft me, in their going, As a breath blown to and fro, Fragrant memories: fragrant memories Come and go.

Only thoughts of you remain In my heart where they have lain, Perfumed thoughts of you, remaining, A hid sweetness, in my brain. Others leave me: all things leave me: You remain.

As A Perfume ~ Arthur Symons