
Oh the depth of silence
The heart beats a billion drums of praise
In awe of His Glorious Majesty
All sweetest surrender to God
In life's amazing journey, we begin and end with love.

This sensitively heart-tugging poem resonates deeply with my warrior soul. It’s so sacred. It’s so authentic. It’s so beautiful. Do visit Brad of Commonsensiblyspeaking for even more profound inspiration! ❤️🙏❤️🙏❤️🙏

Oh, mercy lay your hands on me A wretched soul not yet set free Proud soldier with unbent knee A good death is all I beg of thee
Warrior’s Prayer — commonsensiblyspeaking


When brilliance touches the heart ….. 💛🌟⭐️✨💫⭐️✨🌟💫🌟✨⭐️
That is LOVE!!! ❤️❤️❤️
Thanks a billion to Mathew from Blog of the Wolf Boy! 🐺👏😀🐺

His Once More
When Heaven shines it’s light upon me,
I’ll not be weighed down by my fears,
Or the tears, of my past fading behind me.
Instead, I’ll look forward towards a blinding
light, knowing that this time was never taken
from me, but granted freely, as this time was
never truly mine, but only graciously extended
before me. So hark, and heed thusly to how
I’ve used my time because one must know,
that the decision behind my life’s design
was all mine. I’d sought to leave this world
a better place, with a smile upon my face,
as I spent my time awash, in both captivating
joy, and grace. I bow my head as I await
my judgment, I fear not for what may come
because I’ve lived a life of love and those
I’ve touched will not soon allow me to be
forgotten. My deeds and love precede me,
as I gaze upon a lustrous golden gate,
shrowded in white clouds, so opulent and
proud. My heart’s as full as a chalice, over-
flowing with fine wine. I’ve lived, I’ve loved,
and I’ve served my time. Comforted
by the knowledge that in the end,
all things are fine. I know no fear and walk
with open arms towards a celestial embrace,
and in the world behind me, my footsteps
leave remnants of beautiful sprouting
blossoms growing in every step from whence,
I’d sprung, in hues of red, yellow and blue,
encapsulating the world in their aromatic
perfumes. Every gentle brush of my skin
will still be lingering on the flesh of those
I’d, at one point, touched before. My adoration
still seeping through their very pores-
forevermore, and then again onto their
kin, as they revel in the love that only
a pure soul may bring. For myself, I know
not, what’s in store. Yet, I was never their’s
but His, and I’m His once more.
MIRRORS: A special series of Reflections on Life and Love ❤️
Thanks for your wonderful visit, friends!
For even more amazing inspiration, do visit Mathew on Blog of the Wolf Boy!
Till our next run, looking forward to gazing at more lovely Mirrors with you! ❤️