The fires are burning
So reach for me
Like the petals of a rose
Bloom in it’s season
Gentle and slow
My body is the mountain
The ocean, the river
The sand and the soil
The life giver
So come on now, my friend
Speak to me
Help me understand
Let us walk together
Take my hand
And we will heal this land
We will heal this land
Do you hear the call?
We will heal this land
If you could only believe
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Songwriters: Tina Malia
Heal This Land lyrics © Boundless Light
She is his Helper; she is Wisdom—the Spiritual Law written (not on stone tablets like the Ten Commandments) but on the very heart of Christ. The woman in Revelation 12 is the actual image of God’s everlasting covenant.
My child, keep my words and store up my commandments with you; keep my commandments and live, keep my teachings as the apple of your eye; bind them on your fingers, write them on the tablet of your heart. Say to wisdom, “You are my sister.”
“In speaking of ‘a new covenant,’ he has made the first one obsolete. And what is obsolete and growing old will soon disappear” (NRS Heb. 8:13). But in Revelation John is seeing something quite different. He is witnessing the opening of the true temple… and what he sees inside is not an empty room with an obsolete stone covenant; instead, he is shown God’s Living and Spiritual Covenant–the Holy Spirit:
Then God’s temple in heaven was opened, and the ark of his covenant was seen within his temple; and there were flashes of lightning, rumblings, peals of thunder, an earthquake, and heavy hail. A great portent appeared in heaven: a woman clothed with the sun. (Rev. 11:19- 12:1)
We speak of God’s secret wisdom, a wisdom that has been hidden and that God destined for our glory before time began.” (1 Cor.2: 4-7)
“you want to keep
the blood and the milk hidden
as if the womb and breast
never fed you”
~ rupi kaur
@rupikaur_
https://rupikaur.com/
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Art: Kat Shaw Artist
Kat Shaw Artist
@katshawartist
“I call them:
my sisters, goddesses and the moon.
I tell them they glow more radiant
with each passing spring and monsoon.
We have loved each other through the pain, through the forests of crueler hearts
and refused to tear each other apart,
even though we were all taught in subtle ways
from an early age
to hate one another.
We defy it by naming each other holy.
Defend one another with a primal fury.
Tell ourselves, our daughters and our mothers,
together, we will write better stories to tell.
Oceans to love.
Skies to fly.”
~ Nikita Gill, The Women I Know
Nikita Gill
Art: Kendra Hirons
Kendra Hirons
She who walks with Dogs
She presented herself in finest vulnerability.
She allowed the essence to touch her soul,
Reminding herself, why it must go.
“She’s in between worlds right now.
A part of her is leaving.
But it’s not like before.
She’s holding space this time.
Not sweating it, but breathing beyond her skin.
She’s good.
She’s even shape-shifting.
The raven.
The owl.
She’s unafraid of the bird’s-eye view.
And unlike all those other times, she isn’t scared of the unknown.
She’s present and neither timid nor bold.
It feels beautiful like the song of a blackbird.
And powerful like the rumble of an avalanche.”
~ Tanya Markul
[Art | Ingrid Tusell]
Let her cry, for she’s a lady
Let her dream, for she’s a child
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