Hiel in a Hierapolis

Touching upon the hiding of the Lord... Embracing the shield of the Lord, as a Partaker and Companion who waits for the Lord, like unto a Husbandman who proclaims "My hope is in Her.", is a Wise Man clamor'd in Joy, and the Noise of the Beauty of Assistance. Invocation's unto the god Rimmon, are without Hadar. Power and Greatness reside within the Myrtles of Joy, their beauty, their power sprouts newly monthly, and never is debased unto the lowest Adobe of Departed Spirits, Hades, but always drawn forth unto the point of the Tenderness of Joys. One that Fears the Feasts of Solemnity is no Stranger unto the Lords Feast, rejoicing even in Heaps of Ruins when He has little, even if He has a Thorn for Summer, and an End as a Commandment of the Mouth. A moist Table, part grief, part looking for grief, part sickness, part beginning, a Precious Stone of Praise unto Jah, saying nothing, as an Enchanter of the Sons of Noah, noises a Tumult not of Anger nor Heat against the Wall of an Army. He that troubles the Law, a King, the Queen, His multitude, or His uproar, is the very Dirt of the Clay of Indignation, moulding the Ungodly, whilst the Godly and Merciful abide within the Shadow of His Heat; thus the Grace gifted by God. Full of Grace is Mercy. The Banishment of the Gift of Grace, a well of great Fear. Gracious, merciful dedication as a Mountainous Country showing forth Hills sowing Grace and Mercy. His Sword winters My reproach, My reproach and His destruction upon it, now the Heat of My Confidence. Though suffering turbulence within the Anger of the Lord, We are made warm, reproach Destroyed, and Dedicated unto God within the increasing Hear. Astonishment in Fear, as a thick Forest deafen's the Silence of His workmanship, high, and throwing down Destruction, slender and sharp is the careful Mercy of the Lord. Estimations formed in Silence, named, esteemed, and numbered, the estimations of Thoughts upon Silence, and its hasting forth spent, made base, and found wanting by He that Strikes Fear within the bending of Sin, howling for Sin, the Robbery of Forsaking Sin. As a hole of Liberty, His Light. His Whiteness, and Pureness covers that which suffers Pain, and lifts the Villages that Enlighten. An imprisoned Generation, an imprisoned Cloud, the preparation of a Middle Village, the Dwelling of Death within a Wolfs House, and the Sorrow of such a Countenance, drawing Palaces near to Bitterness, seeing and prophesying as one that passes through a Court in Anger. Societies of Friendships meditate upon the Word, groaning when Separation becomes an Army of Trouble. The World in all its Rustiness, parted and portioned unto the Dreaming and Healing, the changing and passing over, the armed and set free, in its ascending, climbing up as the Field of Rocks, windowed in Grief unto Our troubles, and tumults, much, in great number, whilst Grace quietly rests, the Grace of the Beloved. Begotten of Mercury, Devoted unto Destruction, not so is the Son of a Hero, the Song of Juno, which as an Invention, forms an Industry, as a hasty Messenger trembling in Fear of such a Fearful dwelling, yet knowing that the Strength of the Lord is His Entry and His Vestibule; the Dart of Joy, the Division of the Song, birthing a Praise, a Cry : "God lives!". The life of God, Our Holy City of Meditation, Consideration, and Our window of Grief. They are their Riches, in Liberty they Anger the Exaltation of Life as a Destroyer, not as One who is Broken, who Fears, but Wicked, as Wickedness. The Strength of the Lord, well-favoured and Beloved, a Love more than Friendship in Secret, and a Praise and Confession news'd out upon the Table of His Festival and His Dance. Woe to them! Them without the Window of Grief, those who conceive Deserts unto those within the Solitude of Destruction. A Prince, freeborn Princes devoting Consecrations unto the Lord, uttered within the midst of utter Destruction, as Angers forth their Ragings of Fury and Liberty. Trusting, save, I Pray Thee, keep and preserve, Savior, Us within Thy safety! The Salvation of the Lord excelling and remaining as the Engraver and Scribe of Hearts and Souls, as a Lawyer takes Our Pain and Infirmity from this World, their Chamber, their Bank, a Chamber covered by the Sea-shore, its whiteness of Liberty as a Hole holding an Abundance of Peace, hushing their Haste, their Sensuality, and their Silence, as a Counsel fastened within the Woods of Streets, populous and Molten, fastened, as a Nuptial, in Marriage unto God.