Its “Happening” !

Vihan Damaris, @Mt. Carmel’s college today.

What are you feeling right now?

You’ve waited. Waited long enough. Waited as the bud grew into a tree that snapped. You burned, burnt out..you thought;

& waited for that Promise from Heaven to come true,

but It seemed to run Itself out of sight. Now the eyes inside you, once shut tight, they peek at a new Thing- you were never meant to be left behind

Vihan’s new Original, do listen, be blest.

🎶

…while everyone else led a ‘perfect’ life. You’re not meant to be just looking in at windows of other people’s celebrations anymore, you’re not that one anymore. You’ve searched valley, roof of mountain for answers. You’ve looked for Promises given at altars built with hands that bled. And you let go. You’re done. You shrug, who cares. There’s nothing after the ash. Nothing in the very fire that burned away the spark inside that kept believing. You listened to your liars. You believed disbelief. You left God for demons – traded heaven for hell, cuz silence meant denial, rejection.

What if that’s where we begin; what if this Mt. Fire, is the Refiner’s Flames ? You’re gold. A piece of God Himself, if you believe it.

I do. Two words that sum a Wedding. A Wedding of human soul with Sacred Solutions. I do: two tokens of Change. I Do: two Syllables ringing in New beginnings: the end of a Wait: that blaze of Light, tunnel end. If we believe.

Thankyou Vihan Damaris for yet another Masterpiece Happening🎶

..leaving doubts behind!

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3 responses to “Its “Happening” !”

  1. Such powerful imagery—this really captures the weight of longing and the patience tested by life’s trials.

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  2. Wonderful!! 💓🙏🏻💓🙏🏻

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  3. Why, yes, I have a perfect life,

    the one that God made me to fit.

    I have a mansion, trophy wife,

    and am an Asian Brad Pitt.

    All I do will turn to gold,

    the Midas touch, yet done with grace,

    and when I write I write it bold

    to get into the reader’s face.

    Yes, there’s cancer, that’s a thing,

    and full day’s fare’s a bowl of rice,

    but I’m still richer than a king

    for what I can still eat tastes nice,

    and thereby I shall forego sorrow

    and hope I wake to see tomorrow.

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