Black Silk

Whispers weave threw her hair
Enticing her to come draw near
She can feel it
The crystal orb glowing silver
Burning through her
In dips her slender hand
It licks her fingers soft
Her skin is melting
She longs for more
She lies down
Her hair of black silk splashes on the cold damp ground
It reflects in eyes of black glass
It sings to her
She reaches out her fingers white
She glides toward it her skin melting
Yet still she moves
Her heart speeds then
She smiles
Both hands reach and grasp
Emptiness
Tears stream down melting hear face
She is sinking
A body pierced lifts her out and takes her place

I am jealous for you.

Journal Entry
Tuesday, August 7, 3:00 am

         My Lord, I can't fight it on my own.
    
         It may "feel" better then what I give you. But I love you more and love is so much deeper and love never fails. I will last forever. I am Eternal. This is a fleeting moment, black silk slipping through your fingers. I am living. In Me you live, breath, move, and have you being. This will lead to death. But follow Me and you will have life. Ask Me. Seek Me. I will show you great and unsearchable things you do not know. Take my hand and I will lead you in the way everlasting. 
        
       Come, Deborah. Return to Me. You are mine. I chose you before the foundations of the earth to be holy. Nothing can separate you from My love. Nothing can take you out of My hand. I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life. No one comes to the Father but by Me. For how long will you not believe. Oh ye of little faith. I alone will satisfy you. I alone am big enough to fill you. Nothing of this world can sustain you. I am the Lord you God.
       
       You are My bride. I am jealous for you.

Psalm 90 

"Satisfy me in the morning with Your unfailing love."

 

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