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The only heaviness in the garden is His Compassion. It is almost scary beautiful. Wearing nails, and a braid of thorns for crown.: Compassion does not rest. It is a Verb. It could scare satan.
“That’s right.” Christ replies, His eyes are a vow.
I tremble, not wanting to watch what will follow. Don’t want to stay, but how leave? His Compassion never fails. It is new every morning. It stills me. It is hard to say goodbye to old nature. To my “Self”, and yet I am compelled, stilled like a storm by His unshakeable pursuit ….
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(Excerpt from my upcoming Book, “Hold Hands with Stillness)
Daily writing prompt
Describe a phase in life that was difficult to say goodbye to.
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