em. prompt u… #06: Boundless

Psalm 119:25, Daleth 

“My soul clings to the dust, . . . ”

๐Ÿค”๐Ÿค”๐Ÿค”๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜

Whats in a word.

Was it mine to begin,

Did someone gave it to me,

how can i trust in the word,

only to have faith in the word.

Then i was shown to say it,

speak from it and write from it.

How then do u know when to summon and utter of it.

And when a disciple penned it,

I understood now what John meant.

Because all from whence it was,


He will always be, 

coz he said it and the beginning,

But can it ever end?

๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿค”๐Ÿค”๐Ÿค”๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿค“๐Ÿค“๐Ÿค“

Symmetrical value.

One to pick,

two to tango,

never an orange red or yellow,

stemmed from green never blue of what its out from.

Nice at to look at,

To touch and pluck from its nest,

is a gesture of love and care.

With it all hope is there,

from it hope it is.

See please spread its word,

love is a tender care that blossoms in the wind,

carry it over, walk with it and lovingly give it to someone

who doesnt deserve it.