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Did you kiss the Son today?
About The Author
Have You Felt My Lips?
By jufa on 2/16/2002
No sun came out that day. There were no stars shining through the black pin cushion upon the mount of heaven. A vision of the past the moon appeared with only memories of its brightness of light flickering from a stairway of dimness.I sat upon the bank of here, between nowhere and there, wondering how my feet came to rest in this spot when there are so many places to go; things to do with hope to find whatever it is, I wonder, that men are born to seek and die having found it not.
A train echoed in the distance. Oh, the mystery which bellows the sound. Where did it come from? I ask myself. How can it start from nothing to a loudness and pitch which shatters glass and eardrums?
The fingers of the wind touch my body, and it's arms caress my breath, and I sigh. The words come from nowhere. My God! how beautiful is your life of awareness; to see a comet dash across the sky, or falling stars streak the blackness of heaven. Did you feel my lips my Lord?
Out of the thundering silence the Father told me to "kiss the Son lest he be angry." Did you feel my lips my Lord as I threw a kiss into the universe?
The grass wiggles before me. It appears as if it has legs to move. The wind bends each blade and release them as a wave holds the water coming to shore and moving back into the sea; bubbling and laughing as it only can.
Look! Oh, Look! A fish has popped out of the water only to be recaptured again. It is as I, a slave to everything, yet free of all.
How beautiful is the night. Did you feel my lips my Lord as I blew a kiss into the universe?
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