Many know the thoughts of truth and beautiful revelation, so majestic and insightful are thy moments. What word hath not been best described of thy second of great Epiphany. This word, how beautifully forgotten in most days of life. Once so used to express a pure elegant moment in time, but now, thy world flows over without truly standing still to listen or hear the minds intent.
Thy feel alone in thus world, no where to turn, no where to hide, and no where to relieve thy mind. As if drifting, motionless and empty in a world fast passing. Opinions rise, and bombard thy mind, as if you alone do not judge thy self and harshly whip every choice that thy hath made. Speaking does not help, for who could truly listen without prejudice and judgemental stealth?
And even so, life goes on, and on and on, with no change. In a world that seems to be crashing, bashing its own head against a wall in front of all. Are there words of comfort? Indeed. But hath no root when spoken, for truly in the end thy mind is thy own battle field. A warrior hurt in battle needs time to heal, for thus life is no fantasy where thy character may be harmed from the brink life, yet still go on without a phase or pain.
But moments of truth, I say to thee, is that of Epiphany.
A word once heard, so greatly pleasing to sound and sight, and beautifully encouraging and profound. Minds of wisdom and intellect greatly express thee, for thus I prompt in expectation, hold stead fast thy mighty path. Let not thy enemy on thus battel field last, for in such moments Epiphany might help thee.
Therefore, I say to thee, do not let thy enemy of thus world even have the opportunity to smile at thee. Stand bold as gold with honor fortold, for thus remember in Epiphany thee fight for Heavens Glory.
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CREDIT NOTE:
I credit this post to my Brother, when you chose this beautiful word Epiphany, It reminded me that there are words in this word long forgotten. Thank you for participating in my inspirational word challenge, I super appreciate it!
- Josue' ♥
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