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vantage point The translation of thoughts. Has become an unspoken poetry, this exotic bloom bearing a scent of a distant truth, raw emotion that resonates within the depths of one's soul. An epic drama rises and unfolds; oh, how sweetly awaiting the climax yet to be told: this impossible love; Now orbits with an arctic breeze, beyond fantasy passages. Passion shattered like a broken dream when you once serenaded a silhouette against my heart,...

GOD IS WITH US God is with us, we’re waiting here for You; where we’re standing now, You’ve brought us through. In our remembrance, we cling to this truth: great is your faithfulness. Steadfast: Through trials and triumphs, The journey is a testament to favor. In blessing and tears, you’ve made us strong. You’ve done it before, and you’ll do it again. Awaken our souls, and open our eyes, to see all things made new. Beneath the heavens, skies:...

Posted by onemorething: This week's Poem of the Week is Turlough's brilliant and powerful poem, Fifty-One Empty Places at the Dinner Table. https://www.abctales.com/story/turlough/fifty-one-empty-places-dinner-table This week's Story of the Week is Ghigau 4 by w.w.j.abercrombie. https://www.abctales.com/story/wwjabercrombie/ghigau-4 Our new Inspiration Point is here: https://www.abctales.com/inspiration-point-ip Have a lovely weekend.

Without Words At dawn, I’ll lament the mystery of my faith; It’s all for your glory and my good. Standing in His wind, surrounded by an all-consuming fire, Surrender in the presence of abiding fellowship. Healing is here; your healing word is here. On the holy ground, knees to the earth: While heaven embraces, with a divine encounter. I take refuge in your amazing grace. It is enough. Here healing flows: soul healer, above all, the breath of God...

Alternated Nature Light fades onto empty pages; Like a snow cloud, yearning to survive. Defending its moment in transcendence. An ionization is her state of nature, Light drifting that doesn't want to slip. Off the edge of dribbling water. It does go quietly, though so far away, like magic in the cosmos. Into the land of white waters. Where liquor speaks, smooth. Here, we’re reminded that water is life. When water and wind have erased all of...

PARTICLE A sandstorm has settled; grains of sand particles; rest softly in the palm of your hands. Wind clouds swirl like a snake out of a basket, before dusk, the air heavy with what feels like one’s floating in circles. In a fleeting gold rush, intoxicating with being separated, in isolation as we embrace the sandstorm and long lines of violet dune hills. From when the earth was still dividing, and dividing still. What’s behind them? You run...

Mastering Peace In this state of awareness, a pure mind rests here in a flowing, calm light that reflects on the art of being alone to contemplate, which becomes your soulful treatment: a choice to be. Innermost: a new way forward. In the mirror of mirrors, quietude is a calm retreat in your room between the rooms of your soul. There to maintain an abiding peace below the surface. This knowledge teaches the mind the truth that lies beneath the...

QUIETUDE Balance, in this calm stream of stillness. With a therapeutic peace that sleeps, like a queen. On an orthopedic mattress: Now that harmony has revived? Tranquility, while encircled with Tibetan sound bowls in restful moments, a higher intelligence, This inward journey defines distance in learning relaxation. One personal experience. Boundless space of mere simplicity: moment in life; where the air inside becomes a heart that asks for a...

A New Beginning To be grounded, footed, safely on a firm foundation; built to withstand: The performance of a lifetime. While out running, outlast, outside the box; that breaks porcelain: a high-quality made in China, and relive experience, attachment to one's drive. All obstacles removed: removing hardships, think about it; as a spectrum unfolding, a patchwork along the way. The meeting point. Even the horizon knows its boundaries, alignment,...

Distortion Destroyed Razor thin, invisible disconnect to reality, with coping mechanisms: detached, broken, and shattered dolls, with thumbprints: behind the watcher of loneliness: if only you could feel something? Here you’re standing up again, and this is how to let go of being reluctant to move another inch, half-smoked in the mirror. Imagery: confused, abused, introverted with second thought; then cut off in mid-sentence. Things are not as...