Hidden

Hidden

A Poem by LisaEve
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Spiritual Philosophy

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Theres a need to be stealth, hidden till harvest like death is to darkness and spelt is to wheat.
Mustard seed.
So that words are of worth like an abundance of wealth that feeds the whole world like a bundle of sheaves.
In much grumbling there’s sin and if we look we will see that there in that minute it’s impatience that speaks.
Be still.
Quite the soul so that it has freedom to breathe.
If we were more loyal to our desires we wouldn’t be fooled by their impostors that speak.
Idols of Isis.
Blinding the iris.
Lives in a crisis but pride subsides all reasonable critique. We no longer find satisfaction in mystique but go along with the masses like real doesn’t matter, attracted to chatter like a burial wreath.

© 2012 LisaEve


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Quite the soul so that it has freedom to breathe.
A nice write.

Posted 12 Years Ago


LisaEve

12 Years Ago

Thankyou :)
Sami Khalil

12 Years Ago

You are welcome.
You had me reading this over thrice... I like the thought here. Faith, hidden in the heart. Protected there, faith will grow and change the "desires" of humanity to the "desires" of the Creator. Few people ever feel that their "true heart's desire" will ever be for the pure. Most Christians have the feeling that we are drawn naturally to self love and darker passions. What a comforting thought that human nature is not evil, but that evil is a sickness of the human nature that is cured by a seed hidden in the soul. Thank you for poking my mind and encouraging me with your writing.
Be well.

Posted 12 Years Ago


LisaEve

12 Years Ago

Thanks so much for all your feedback!! I really appreciate it. Thankyou!!
LisaEve

12 Years Ago

This poem is really based on the scripture "death works in me so that life works in you".

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LisaEve
LisaEve

Melbourne , Australia



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I'm not a poet. I just like writing down my thoughts in a way that rhymes. It's my way of bringing order to what I feel and think instead of blurting out chaotic emotion for the sake of being heard, .. more..

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