He fumbles at your spirit
As players at the keys
Before they drop full music on;
He stuns you by degrees
Prepares your brittle substance
For the ethereal blow,
By fainter hammers, further heard,
Then nearer, then so slow
Your breath has time to straighten,
Your branin to bubble cool,-
Deals one imperial thunderbolt
That scalps your naked soul.
About Me
- brown swallow girl
- "We both love strawberries and ships and collies and poems and all beauty, and all those things bind us together. Those sharings just happened to be; but what we must do now is share everything. Everything! If one of us likes anything, there must be something to like in it- and the other one must find it. Every single thing that either of us likes. That way we shall create a thousand strands, great and small, that will link us together. Then we shall be so close that it would be impossible- unthinkable for either of us to suppose that we could ever recreate such closeness with anyone else. And our trust in each other will not only be based on love and loyalty but on the fact of a thousand sharings- a thousand strands twisted into something unbreakable."
I'm learning that Jesus means for me to see this about Him and I.
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