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Restores 1/22/2018 Atop peak of mountain, a whisper wound within me. “Just pray.” For the forty three years since, those words have kept me bound to the One who ever listens and always responds. The past year plus a half, has found me winding myself around those words as tightly as I can. For I sit upon a globe that veers violently away from that which my heart beats toward. Those with the need to be “right” howl for blood while those with the longing for righteous know beyond knowing that the blood given for all, is so much more than enough. Day by day in the months gone by, my eyes have seen ink spilled upon paper, fonts flaming across screen, spelling doom and dire. My ears have cupped overturned words full of doubt and despair. A few words sown together like a tattered garment.
“Prayer doesn’t work anymore. Vengeance is victory. “ Words don’t quite come to tell of the toll these have tried to take upon my heart and hope.I hear the bleat of bereft, but I cannot go. For I am not deprived, robbed or stripped. Bankrupt of beauty I am not. Eternally bound to its pursuit and finding I am. For to take my eyes from the allure of that which has been allotted to all and every, would allow heavy and hindrance to swallow me whole. And keep me from being His taste and see. I would falter and fall and no longer fathom the bounty broken and buried. The tethered truth of this is what led to the prayer I couldn’t resist and the testimony th...
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