Some were astute creatures, filled with Law, quite
famed inside.
Many would live its naturality, its secrets, its
mirth, its city & rain.
Ox in fields. Men to ploughs.
Prophecy is utmost importance.
Suffering by Israel, or One sent by God?
When debate is contextualized, it becomes harder to
claim rightness.
It’s different when looking at a signpost,
Much in hearts, cisterns spouting, crops growing.
Dearest chaos arouses needs.
Why silence?
When prophecy is lingering, souls create a path. Those
Astute made waves in those days.
In edifice, in distress of its pillars, to seek as
sought, to need, silence
Leads to exploration: one must step forward.
Indeed—Truth or Structure?
Scholars might differ on topic. What happens when
elements
Compliment something written?
In much worship, practices & prophecy, they align.
By habit of culture to know one part, by madness of a
prophet to know another part, by excellence to put pieces in a straight line.
Either/or, suffering by ecstasy was widespread.
Souls are filled with hope—trials are numerous,
drought & famine.
Cosmic occurrence is true wrestling.
To have an experience, contemporaries will challenge
it.
In a time, sky-voice, smokey clouds, return from
death, many aches.
Messiah was a triumphant understanding.
One is coming!
Period!
Determination, as given in humans, we might move
swiftly.
Distinguished as Christ, The Christ, relies on fulfilment of prophecies.
An ache becomes belief, not as some measure, rather as
an
Instrument of Faith. Belief is a participant, it is
asphalt, it is sister & brother of conviction.
Scholars will beg to differ, to grapple with walls, to
converse with studies,
Remaining aloof from absoluteness, in an abstract
universe.
In knowing something is there,
We struggle to conclude it.
