whispers… a shudder, to frolic in the dire ambiance a spiritual awakening a peace that passes all understanding the go between the comforter a heart saturated with truth in order to withstand the true test of time angelic premonition a deep longing
to seek deep into the heart of the manifestation of God Jesus came to open are hearts to turn us from Satan onto God that we may have forgiveness of sins inheritance among us which is sanctified within thee the soft pitter patter of sandaled feet a breath of wind to light to sun set amidst the day a humble need to bow the knee to pray
Holy Spirit I surrender take me where you want to go help me daily in your presence so that I may grow with tempter on fire with blazing eyes of vengeance daily my portion will be just to be with you love is the essence of my inner existence God is not a man that he should lie comfort my heart may you never depart live your light through us give us wisdom therefore with all thy getting gain understanding keep us by the power of your spirit give us the strength to over come sin, self & Satan a challenge to be free is a question of time light of illumination sought to be with us to the end as believers. Amen
Mario William Vitale is a poet with over 1,000 toward his platform. Vitale was born October 23rd, 1970 in Bristol, Ct. Currently living in Wolcott, Ct where he helps as a care taker for his elderly handicapped mother Ann. Vitale is featured as a writer on Poetrysoup, Writerscafe & Allpoetry. Has a fan base on facebook with over 650 followers. He started writing poems in 1989 after the break up of his first girlfriend as a way to cope with life.
Staples were traveling on the epiderm, thanking the wounds. The dust, the eternal ugliness were growling. Riveting drama: a royal swanking for a macabre heist. A bizarre charisma overtakes the cozy lips. I was green, and I was a cloud
Hail to you O holy Ganges ! A river merely you never have been Darling daughter of mighty Himalaya Mother to millions of doting devotees . How you descend from the heavenly heights Like a lively , sportive girl child
Blinded by religion the world is, Touched by holiness, everythings at ease. The parents of a girl of seven Got her a holy guide to make her reach heaven. His deeds and thoughts were said to be long, His greatness
Oh and as I put on the WHITE LIGHT OF THE HOLY SPIRIT nothing can harm me Today…like a mirror all around me Negativity will see its own reflection And flee because negativity can’t stand Itself but if anything good