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    Finding Strength In My Frailty

    Yahweh, I feel your frailty. The tears shed on Gethsemane. The war against your will to terminate your sinless life for me, a child of disobedience. Your helplessness as death suddenly developed confidence around you. I hear your screams as your skin was shred off your frame by those soldiers who couldn’t allow you groan with dignity. They had to make a joke on your personality. They humiliated God. I see your frailty. The glaring discomforts at shouldering a weighty cross of iniquity down Calvary. Your thirst from exhaustion. Your pain, shame and feeling of negligence as the father diverted his gaze from your plight. You weren’t pressured into putting…

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    The Unveiling

    Dear Elyon’s, I see things: the unfurling of mysteries, the birthing of a dream and the extinction of purposelessness. I see a pool of visions vaporizing to the heavens for a heavy downpour on humanity. I see transformation, a dissection of the divine order for the comprehension of a new breed, zealous with knowledge. In this panoramic view, I see you, Elyon’s Paradise. I’ve lain beneath the sky in faith that it would be emblazoned by sparkles of your reflection. But all I could behold was a firmament, bland with the refulgent moon, graceful with the sun. Some nights, when piquant stars effect their elegance on the heavens, a shrill…