Judy C Meeker
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# 1

Because doctorines of hate, laws of religion, and honorable

war-fare has been injected into our blood like poison, and

because the worship of a self rightous heart sickens the soul,

slow negeative death kills the body, and only love will trun

the tide...

# 2

I have sacrificed the beauty of my naked arms for the sake of a

religion that I don't profess to understand, yet it was God who

created me in beauty- created me in His image to be admired

and to be deeply loved for both the beauty of my spirit and

my body- but you have hooded me to your wrist like a falcon

that cannot love you- she's never heard of love...

# 3

You have become animalistic in your efforts to be holy; and in

your obedience to the doctorines of boot-leg religion you have become

no more than a beast chained to slab of stone broken in anger.

You have forced the beauty of God's light into darkness beneath

sackclothes of religion...

# 4

The glory contained within me, though it be shrouded and enshrined

in an earthen vessel- it is like unto one of the torches carried by

Gideon's Army. O my beloved, God's restitution is contained in

the buxom of your strange and childish bride where He is awaiting

to be revealed- The mystery of our union with Him also lies within

the union of you and I, and in the buxom of my own heart is where you

are nourished and fed. My heart the Throne of God surrounded by the

24 elders represented by my ribcage.

Come and also reside in my buxom like a child. Feel my heart-beat-

I shall feed you and you shall know my thought.

I shall carry you in my buxom as a mother carries a beloved child.

 

A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me,

He shall lie all night between my breast,

In the night season before the unveiling,

Of The Son's of God...


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