Asking me questions tempts me for lies. It’s Daedalus who holds my sighs.
Christian wives are not equated with slaves, and the master-slave dynamic is described and advised upon in theological and sociological manners dissimilar to the husband and wife. A look at Ephesians and 1 Peter.
My pen halts, my fear overcomes. And here we have the mystic’s song.
To deny the fruits of history is to deny the trees of history.
Why must you spend your aching nights, contemplating this caged bird, chirping gaily? You say, “He sings to be freed.” She replied, as she murmurs beyond your sight, “He sings to remind me. I, too, will be home.”
Go to events, raise funds and support others. Promote and lift up the work of so much talent I see in Prof Niall’s classes. These folks should shine. I’ll make them shine so bright that this world can’t help but notice.
Conversational dialogue, storytelling, sharing, humming and song in solidarity, hugs and tears and dripping stars. Someone, a figure, catches my gaze, standing at the world’s edge, watching, waiting, steadied.
Heh. I’m over here with the crystals, chuckling at Othin spilling water over his customer. Just ask the redhead to move. He’s not gonna bite you, Himeko. Zenith is softer than he seems, most of the time. Don’t expect me to poke the guy for you. You want our game, don’t you?
There’s other colours abound here. Maybe if I sit at a table and chair here, I can pretend it’s a desk. Maybe in a classroom, in a large lofty tower, rising to amazing heights. Dizzying heights!
Christianity is a religion with an emphasis of taking example by the unfortunate peoples affected by the dynamics involved in social relations. Social justice, when applied to the distribution of opportunities within societies, is a calling embedded deeply into Christian conscience.
And You are always and forever before and alongside us.
I began each Inshallah practice with these questions brought into our classroom: What is my connection with these people’s songs?
I am not my mother’s keeper,
Nor fulfillment of her dreams.
I pray, someday she’d learn to see
I’m not her pathway to God.
Her life depends not on me.
This; poison of her womb
Despite her, strives to light
Grows on, past sweetest night.
I move with life, remaining strong,
Dreaming with her father’s sight.
Slowly working on posts & changing things up. Returned from Toronto’s Kamelot concert and not harmed in yesterday’s van crisis. — Karina
Take my seed, fertilized as it may be, that would not burst forth.
Cultivate my tiny rose in these rich soils of my despair.
Plant it as the hope-bird, nurture and sustain as it grows.
May our flower blossom millionfold,
May you rend its blooms and petals to the wind,
as our jubliee offers this crown,
and hope fills your heart as you sing with the wind.
I’ve a confession to make. Revelation was a book I disliked immensely before tackling this topic. Orality studies reminds me that even if we tried to trace to the original context, what’s a thing to think about is how the experience could move and shift — hence one of performance criticism’s contributions to biblical studies. Something […]
And I’d like to take a minute while I glomp Mikhael, I’ll tell you how I became Phoenix of Dremael.
As by loom, I do take to weave, “Golden straw? Starlit sheen.”
Reveal anew the blinding by the golden path, the path sublime. Deepest soul horror by the Sublime. To not explore unseemingly. To not stumble and fumble into ecstasy. We cannot go before preparing for our terror there.
The person of Jeremiah is given more attention as a prophet than his peers in the Hebrew Bible. This alerted me to three possibilities: The prophet himself was noteworthy in some determined lens(es) in regard, his book was quite ascendant upon compilation, or his attested scribe Baruch was able to provide biographical sketches.