Art, ascension, change, Connection, God, Messages, Poetry, Source, Spirit

THE PACT.

THE PACT.

Oh take me down.
Down deep where the sun does not rise.
Where the life inside glimmers no surprise.
Take us deep down.
For there is no way.
For we are you now.
To you I pray.
Faith is weary.
Is it I.
Who’s lost.
Can one fear the glory.
Of a sailor washed.
Can one fish.
Can one fly.
Is there an I in eye.
In the belly I rise.
Through the eye.
Cerise rise.

ART AND POETRY – HELEN REBECCA HART.

Whilst writing I was given, Jonah 4:3.

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