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2/1/2024 0 Comments February 01st, 2024When Fear Outweighs Faith
The heart is heavy, self-doubt slithers into a hallway leading to the lessening of our relationship with the Divine. Wisdom finds no welcome space; the beauty of the mind’s exploration staunchly waits for the return of Light, where salvation gift’s G-d’s love. Multitudes are trapped by fear — the emptiness of Spirit lacking Faith, the loud iron drone of Evil rising -- prayer must break free the shackles. For the moment, may we be, a lily floating on the lake, believing G-d is not a Fairy Tale, yet the ever presence of Love. Hinda-jonathan January 22, 2024 Note: Thank you, Reverend Tommy Martin
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12/21/2021 0 Comments Winter Solstice 2021She knelt upon the large velvet pillow,
a petite figure all in black ––with ancient symbols finely embroidered–– mastering tools of the Wiccan craft, wearing her childlike mischievous smile. Her whispers in the long, magical night of snowy mistletoe and holly, blessed the sacred circled space. For the midnight hour of prayer, Nimue raised the cone of power charged in optimism. With Sandalwood incense and healing chants, with dancing fire from golden candles, we celebrated our connectedness–– humble souls determined, changing the world for Shalom. October 17, 2013 Dedicated to High Priestess, Nimue. English name: Linda Rutherford, my spirit-sister in this life and my past life as Jonathan 12/17/2021 0 Comments Homeless HeartHome is the wooded trail,
wet, dewy tanned leaves and shades of gentle trees. Home is the soul's connection with friends of intent listening, caring shared when Evil prevails. Home is my one true mate once enjoyed, then lost -- I am torn from Joy. Hinda-jonathan 12/17/21 12/3/2021 0 Comments CURRENT LOCATIONWe are now located at 358 Taylor Avenue Macon, GA 31217
open by appointment everyday except Saturdays Email for your special time here: [email protected] 10/8/2021 1 Comment Another Boardroom of FoolsIt is a slow death,
non-living in this crooked house on the hill of hypocrisy. Intended for the creation of a humble gathering — artists and poets -- this twisted bureaucracy exists as robbers of decency; apathy stinks from power. A false breath, illusions shared among the participating zombies, sellers of a dream that turned sour. The diseased air is partly virus; deeper lies the spiritual deprivation of another authoritarian committee. I will rise to imaginary clouds of cotton candy and kindness -- a world at odds with yours. Care, I insist, regardless of Evil, and build through struggle, strength outside these walls of pain. Tomorrow, I may dance, with my honest friends — on a blissful ride to Heaven. Hinda-jonathan October 5, 2021 9/9/2021 0 Comments New Pages-- Time Beautifully Spent --
Please Check our New Pages for FINE ARTS William S. Lambert Kate Esplen Lesley Giles 8/19/2021 0 Comments End of SummerLong time
Quite Waiting the Resurrection of Humanity when? August 19, 2021 4/17/2021 0 Comments poem for EarthLast Hope
There is no compromise in Heaven! The angels are not confused as to right and wrong -- G-d shines a clear light. America’s problems of race, religion, political ignorance and greed, cannot continue without Her self-destruction. Identify yourself as Earthlings for the fuller picture of what justice looks like -- disrobe your stubborn armor. Our variety of appearances, our freedom of diverse thought, are all meant to delight the rainbow of creation. These years of hate -- built upon blind separations, inflamed by soulless politicians, must turn to Love and wisdom. Every one of us could extend the compassion taught by Christ, or any tree that gives shade -- to wrap our country in healing. Hinda-jonathan April 10, 2021 1/21/2021 0 Comments IsolationAs 400,00 American lives are lost to COVID
and millions wait for a vaccine and security, the golden phallic stands erect piercing the Eagle's heart. I pray , another lonely day, for Love to sweep my nation-- and my heart requiring the giving to a future lover and distant friends. Hinda-jonathan January 21, 2021 |
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