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Splitting the Apple's Seed-Heart
Contributed by
Lilly-Quill
on
Sunday, 9th April 2006 @ 04:09:25 AM in AEST
Topic:
ambiguous
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Cycles of life are even as patterns of the dying
Deep calleth unto deep, bringing joy for crying
The High and Lofty One loves a broken and contrite spirit
Marys brokenness released, on Christ, so God might free-it.
Never a life did die but that a-new life sprang in its place
Dying each day, more than one way, destined for redeeming grace
Heaven loves to watch us die, as light and life splits a seed
Our life is, as a seed needing Gods fertilization, to properly read
For the Seed-coat to split- our inner-man soaks-up lots of water
Symbolically, water denotes the Spirit of the Son, for ones hotter
To dye is to yield, our will to kill; loves sacrificial price to pay
Patterns of the dying are more the measures of our love to fray
Time is a healer and, also, it is even more a killer by the day
In the end, we only receive what weve learned to give away
The Life of God creates, in us, an ovule; as yielded sheep shorn
Like an embryo we wait all our lives, to die, just to be born
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Re: Splitting the Apple's Seed-Heart
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by felicitous on
Sunday, 9th April 2006 @ 07:43:41 AM AEST
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| Not so ambiguous, but I still felt it. It is through death that we receive new life. Death in a physical sense, but also death to life. Good write! |
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Re: Splitting the Apple's Seed-Heart
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by Eternal_Dreamer on
Sunday, 9th April 2006 @ 10:19:35 PM AEST
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~*Lilly-Quill*~
Another brilliant and magnificient piece of poetry penned by you. Your writings have true deep meanings.
Time is a healer and, also, it is even more a killer by the day
In the end, we only receive what we’ve learned to give away
The Life of God creates, in us, an ovule; as yielded sheep shorn
Like an embryo we wait all our lives, to die, just to be born
Oh how so true these words are.
Hats off to u. Impressive as always.
*warm hugs*
~*Suzie Q*~ |
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