#:[ VERSE : Light in Darkness ]:

[seraphim-eternal]

dead to sin, alive in God

[luzmiere]

love is patient, love is kind.

it does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. it is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.

love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. it always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

love never fails.

1 Corinthians 13:4-8

[aslisjournal]

Asli Hersi, I want to go to another planet

[tiabwwtws-art]

To become a Katabasian is to shed skin and soul, to drown, and in drowning, be born anew!

[thesleepyblueocean]

She had sorcery in those eyes, and he was bewitched, besotted, begone.

Gothikana | RuNyx

[aspirant1598]

[thelordismylightandmysalvation]

Verse of the Day - Isaiah 9:2

[afiyatahseenkhan]

[adventuresofalgy]

The weather had indeed changed, and once again everything was grey, grey, grey, grey, grey…

All through the night the wind had rushed and roared through the trees, bringing milder air from the great Atlantic Ocean to sweep all the frost and ice away, and depositing an abundance of water besides, as though the wild west Highlands of Scotland didn't already have enough and a great deal more to spare. Algy wished and wished that the skies could carry the water to his friends in southern California, where the world was actually burning for lack of it, instead of dumping endless quantities here, where there was already an abundant supply, to put it mildly…

But no, the weather had its own ideas, and what it really liked to do best was saturate the places that were already drenched, where the water could simply flow straight back into the sea, so that it could start the game all over again…

The weather birds had told Algy that it was set to rain all week, with the usual dense Scotch mist and plenty of wind, but despite the forecast there were moments when it seemed almost calm, and the rain more or less stopped, as though it had paused to enjoy ice cream or chocolates in an Interval before the next Act.

And in one of those brief intermissions, Algy took the opportunity to return to the pond, where only a few days before he had been able to walk to the middle and perch on the icy surface. That would certainly be a rash and foolhardy adventure for a fluffy bird in these conditions, however, so instead he perched on the damp, stony bank and gazed pensively at the reflections. Observing that his yellow hair seemed to be the brightest colour in the entire world on this dreich January day, Algy recalled a poem he had read long ago:

Smooth it slides upon its travel, Here a wimple, there a gleam— O the clean gravel! O the smooth stream! Sailing blossoms, silver fishes, Paven pools as clear as air— How a child wishes To live down there! We can see our coloured faces Floating on the shaken pool Down in cool places, Dim and very cool; Till a wind or water wrinkle, Dipping marten, plumping trout, Spreads in a twinkle And blots all out. See the rings pursue each other; All below grows black as night, Just as if mother Had blown out the light! Patience, children, just a minute— See the spreading circles die; The stream and all in it Will clear by-and-by.

[Algy is thinking of the poem Looking-glass River from A Child's Garden of Verses by the 19th century Scottish writer Robert Louis Stevenson. ]

[destinedjourneyofwords]

In the depths of your loving eyes Eyes that shine with heartfelt gaze Gaze merged in the moment our hearts collided Collided in a way we will never be apart Apart from you, my soul feels lost Lost in the world I never wanna live Live without your love, a shattered dream Dreams of you haunt me Me with memories of our beautiful past Past is a sweet ache Ache that echoes through my heart Heart of mine beats with war War that only your love can conquer.

Picture : Pinterest

[seraphim-eternal]

As long as I am in the world, I am the light of the world.

John 12:26

[bringthekingdom]

[royalgrimace]

Some of us were meant to be marble and morning mist.

Some of us are poets, some of us are wannabes.

Some of us are the scribbles, discarded and forgotten, of those who broke free.

[reality-detective]

No matter if it’s Paris, New York, Tokyo, Jerusalem this is a war against Good vs evil and GOD wins. 🤔

[litlove]

PART I

PART II

[silvertws]

Some doodles I've been doing these past few months