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Unfamiliar

Now we allure you off to places of eternal where few have touched.
You are swept away by an unfamiliar grace.
You are riveted by a blazing attraction only visible in the supernatural realm.
Your hand is weak with the motivation of strength as someone draws near.
You hear within this enthralling voice the hum of melody and harmony.
The song is a song of yearning that laments a slight separation.
He pronounces truth in a breath.
The wispy breath enters your very soul with violence.
You are more cautious, yet captivated.

“I have longed to carry you away to the garden of complete seclusion.
It is here that one can find fruit of sweetest taste and purity ignites.
I will capture you in an embrace where no shame is found.
There unadulterated passion is pulsating from the earth.
For it has mourned for such a day to come forth.
So heaven can respond with shouts of joy.
For my sacrifice has bought your redemption and now I can’t take my eyes off you.”

God of the universe you glance at me and I am burnt.
I still strain to justify myself.
You weep as a lover brokenhearted.
And in this moment I am spent.
For you carried our burdens, you knew our sorrows, and you feel our afflictions.
To your invitation I have a response.
“How can a fleshly being propose to ignore the depth of your glory and the wisdom you pour at our feet?
How can I, in pride, continue to fight a love so divine and moving?
I will silence my human condition and relent from the trouble.Listen to the voice of beckoning bridegroom and find my only trouble I have is how faint I feel. For I have found the only real love worth dying for.

Comments

Rachel said…
wow. I love your writings, Tamara. Any professor who said they weren't up to par was off his/her rocker. These are marvelous gems! Keep writing!

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