I walk the path of the strait and narrow, with feet once turned out of the way. Forgetting what lies behind and marching forth with kindling embers of passion as I grasp ahead! I see hope! I see light! I see the finish line! When the passions of life surround me I'm not impressed. I linger in light I tarry in brightness singing about the day. What was then old has passed away that which is new has come to me afresh! I find fulfillment in my new acquaintance. I am helped, I am consoled, I'm comforted greatly! Oh I'm wounded but mended, grieved yet thrilled! Because I know when I reach the end of the line, there is a seat for me, a world of grass much greener. But for now I am hidden although I'm made a spectacle. I will take courage in the land of the living! for my eyes I fix upward onto to the finish. I look to the hill from whence I was born and am humbled, as I remember from where I came. From the highest peak to the lowest valley, in summer or in the winter seasons I am grateful. This is what I have learned through it all: There is one much greater than I watching over me as a mother eagle marks fast her chicks,a great one who marks out the very steps I take as the horizon is marked out by God. By Peter Wycka 05/20/2018
The well-aged wine, of refreshing hiccups of many romances.
Oh, love me with the depths upon depths of your many loves!
I'm respected not hated, set at liberty and not bound!
I glean across eyes of the lover of my soul in hope, and I find;
as the sun rises in the dawn higher and higher unto full day, so is my love for you! I feel passion, I feel inspired,
I'm held by hope, captured with courage, inebriated in love, yes I'm torn by desire!
Even caught up in your acceptance kiss of many tender affections!
I'm enraptured with many rains of loves! Pourings upon pourings upon pourings of drenching love! Truly you captivate me!
I will arise with the winds like you told me, and stand firm with feet well
planted in a goodly place. Oh, I will rejoice exceedingly when
midday comes! Even as a wineskin pouring out that never ends.
By Peter Wycka
Gloria
We walk a lonely road freshly rained upon; and gaze in admiration at the setting sun, the skies at dusk in the humid summers of the south. I walk along pondering a promise given and recount destiny itself. I think on what was and what is, keeping in mind an intervention hidden in the heart. Thinking to myself "when will these things be?" Yet I know what is now present will be forgotten and what was purposed then certainly will be. There is brilliance in this place I walk, but not my own. I dream of an ode, yes even many songs of what I'm captivated by, That is: a mystery unveiled yet partly known, a word in due season, a hand given. By Peter W.
05/22/2018
The mixed wine of seizing steps and fruitful alternatives.
I dream deeply, gazing with separated imagination that has been given; in sight of my hearts instruction and beyond my foots path, as it may appear to the lamp of the soul of some. Inspite of what meets the naked eye, I look beyond gazing with fixed purpose knowing: That a dream can never come to the birth and thus into my lap without imaginations of most fervent ones who dream. I am pregnant with words, I'm held by grace! Even words most gracious! They keep my foot, they mark my step, they speak with me in the morning hours of the dawn. The utterances in my heart roll over the mind of my soul again and again, and I find inspiration! I find courage! and hope for a better tomorrow! Because of the words of my pregnancy, the words that sit rested, in my belly waiting and pulling to come into the world! The powerful words of my pleasure, inspire and guide my imagination, whispering to me my purpose in life. They provoke the dreaming of my soul, they evoke an alternative for where I stand. I'm helped to envision possibilities in the midst of perplexities and I am grateful. As I go through life stepping and walking where the gracious words of my heart show me.The most wonderful things take place and new life will be born into the world. Because of an imagination governed by the words of graciousness and love. Written by Peter Wycka 05/26/2018
The fresh winds of the untainted incense of love most fine.
As the mountains climb higher and higher so too the ones who love. As the sun goes up so to love in the heart of the ones who seek. The sun goes down and the night comes but passionate love never sleeps, but hopes for a better tomorrow. The waters go throughout Earth and give life to every living thing, so too love pursues and fulfills it all. All that is under the sun and above the earth was made for love. The boldest trees stand strong and unmovable and love also. The winds blow and the gusts come and in the very same way love refreshes and brings its pleasing odors. The mother's soul is bound to the infant; their hearts are knit together in love as a tapestry most proud. Their is a law behind the mothers lips, that came forth from the soul of woman. The one who heeds this in respect does well; for honor came from love. The way a mother eagle marks fast her eaglets, so to is the way of a humble father of affections who knows the proper time for his daughters. When the babe is nested too long ,the eagle stirs up the nest and shows them how to fly. And what would life be without love? and can hatred itself have love? No. Hatred can't love, but real love has jealousy because it cares. Real love has hatred for the things that are contrary to love. Yet love endures! So love hates but hate don't love. Do you see a certain man of prides, stepping out of the ways of love most fine? Don't marvel at it for love covers wrongs. Love spares, it shares, it posses deepest care. sympathy and compassion are with her, she is brilliant, and she soars bravely. She opens her mouth in rebuke for the sake of tender loving care, yet she is cool in temper. She keeps the right way, she looks head on, she is propelled when she grows, she is self sacrificing and is faithful, love is a person of desires, consuming in fires of burning. She rejoices with those who rejoice and weeps with mourning ones. Love is by my side, it takes my hand, and holds my soul, it always comes alongside me to help. We find fulfillment in our friend love.
The well-aged wine, of refreshing hiccups of many romances.
Oh, love me with the depths upon depths of your many loves!
I'm respected not hated, set at liberty and not bound!
I glean across eyes of the lover of my soul in hope, and I find;
as the sun rises in the dawn higher and higher unto full day, so is my love for you! I feel passion, I feel inspired,
I'm held by hope, captured with courage, inebriated in love, yes I'm torn by desire!
Even caught up in your acceptance kiss of many tender affections!
I'm enraptured with many rains of loves! Pourings upon pourings upon pourings of drenching love! Truly you captivate me!
I will arise with the winds like you told me, and stand firm with feet well
planted in a goodly place. Oh, I will rejoice exceedingly when
midday comes! Even as a wineskin pouring out that never ends.
By Peter Wycka
Gloria
We walk a lonely road freshly rained upon; and gaze in admiration at the setting sun, the skies at dusk in the humid summers of the south. I walk along pondering a promise given and recount destiny itself. I think on what was and what is, keeping in mind an intervention hidden in the heart. Thinking to myself "when will these things be?" Yet I know what is now present will be forgotten and what was purposed then certainly will be. There is brilliance in this place I walk, but not my own. I dream of an ode, yes even many songs of what I'm captivated by, That is: a mystery unveiled yet partly known, a word in due season, a hand given. By Peter W.
05/22/2018
The mixed wine of seizing steps and fruitful alternatives.
I dream deeply, gazing with separated imagination that has been given; in sight of my hearts instruction and beyond my foots path, as it may appear to the lamp of the soul of some. Inspite of what meets the naked eye, I look beyond gazing with fixed purpose knowing: That a dream can never come to the birth and thus into my lap without imaginations of most fervent ones who dream. I am pregnant with words, I'm held by grace! Even words most gracious! They keep my foot, they mark my step, they speak with me in the morning hours of the dawn. The utterances in my heart roll over the mind of my soul again and again, and I find inspiration! I find courage! and hope for a better tomorrow! Because of the words of my pregnancy, the words that sit rested, in my belly waiting and pulling to come into the world! The powerful words of my pleasure, inspire and guide my imagination, whispering to me my purpose in life. They provoke the dreaming of my soul, they evoke an alternative for where I stand. I'm helped to envision possibilities in the midst of perplexities and I am grateful. As I go through life stepping and walking where the gracious words of my heart show me.The most wonderful things take place and new life will be born into the world. Because of an imagination governed by the words of graciousness and love. Written by Peter Wycka 05/26/2018
The fresh winds of the untainted incense of love most fine.
As the mountains climb higher and higher so too the ones who love. As the sun goes up so to love in the heart of the ones who seek. The sun goes down and the night comes but passionate love never sleeps, but hopes for a better tomorrow. The waters go throughout Earth and give life to every living thing, so too love pursues and fulfills it all. All that is under the sun and above the earth was made for love. The boldest trees stand strong and unmovable and love also. The winds blow and the gusts come and in the very same way love refreshes and brings its pleasing odors. The mother's soul is bound to the infant; their hearts are knit together in love as a tapestry most proud. Their is a law behind the mothers lips, that came forth from the soul of woman. The one who heeds this in respect does well; for honor came from love. The way a mother eagle marks fast her eaglets, so to is the way of a humble father of affections who knows the proper time for his daughters. When the babe is nested too long ,the eagle stirs up the nest and shows them how to fly. And what would life be without love? and can hatred itself have love? No. Hatred can't love, but real love has jealousy because it cares. Real love has hatred for the things that are contrary to love. Yet love endures! So love hates but hate don't love. Do you see a certain man of prides, stepping out of the ways of love most fine? Don't marvel at it for love covers wrongs. Love spares, it shares, it posses deepest care. sympathy and compassion are with her, she is brilliant, and she soars bravely. She opens her mouth in rebuke for the sake of tender loving care, yet she is cool in temper. She keeps the right way, she looks head on, she is propelled when she grows, she is self sacrificing and is faithful, love is a person of desires, consuming in fires of burning. She rejoices with those who rejoice and weeps with mourning ones. Love is by my side, it takes my hand, and holds my soul, it always comes alongside me to help. We find fulfillment in our friend love.
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