Six men came from the way
of the higher gate
One among them clothed in linen.
A writer’s inkhorn by his side
A slaughter-weapon placed in his hand.*
My faith affects my writing. And my writing affects my faith. Writing brings me joy & strength. It breaks & restores.
Most times the ink falls in pleasant places. But occasionally, it falls into the not-so-pleasant. Into the shadowy self, wherein hides the insecurities & failures of life.
Yet if it were not for the shadow experiences of life, there would be no beauty. For in the shadows, the Beauty of Holiness wields the pen.
In the shadows, the pen becomes a slaughtering weapon. Wielded not with anger and wrath but with God’s Holy Passion.
In the shadows, Passion takes up the pen. Flesh piercing. Soul & spirit dividing. Purging whatever stands in the way between me and Perfect Love.
Six men came from the way
of the higher gate
One among them clothed in linen.
A writer’s inkhorn by his side
A weapon-pen placed in his hand.
He draws from the inkhorn
His Spirit-Ink
And marks me with Mercy & Grace.
Fears & failures utterly destroyed
I am delivered by Love’s Mighty Pen.
*Inspired by Ezekiel Chapter 9 of The Holy Bible, King James Version.
Daily Prompt: Mercy
Amazing and wonderful!
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Thank you for your kindness Nico. Peace to you and your family this Thanksgiving season.
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