by Geneva Hill | Jan 21, 2022 | Divine Consciousness, Divine Feminine, Divine Masculine, Letter to Source, Poetry, Spirituality, Thoughts
The things we sayTo part the wayThe way we begWe screamWe swayThe way the thoughtsLike fragments deepCannot hold my soulOr drag me into sleepFor now I lay me down againA runner choosing not to sin Instead I riseI celebrateI live this lifeI turn from hateFor if the... by Geneva Hill | Jan 13, 2022 | Angst, Divine Consciousness, Letter to Source, Poetry, Throwback
Even in our sleep, pain which cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, until, in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grace of God.