I feel like I have a great secret of God and Christ, of living and art, of meaning and purpose, of wisdom and understanding, and I have no way and no one to share it with. It reminds me of those who once said, “Did our hearts not burn within us,” and “Then in my heart, it becomes like a burning fire Shut up in my bones.” It is like water, so alive, it's roiling to burst forth from me. Such is the personal relationship with The Ancient of Days, The Almighty, The Daystar, The Rose of Sharon, and The Lily of the Valley.
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| My piece, The Oasis, made about this. |
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