Underneath the soft branches
Bathed in the cool from the window,
I survive in the warmth you bring.
Home is beside you,
Thus the lessened singing
when you’re gone.
"Somewhere in the process of obedience to the law, in the turning to scriptures to discover more from them, the sight and sound of the living – active and moving – God whose Word dictated their deeds was replaced by the ritual itself. There he stood amongst them, unknown to them, lamenting their self-blinkered hearts, ready to intervene and bare the cost".
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