{Vegetarianism} {Light of the world}
{Music of meaning} {Nagova} {Sabbath}
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by WK Blackburn
I am the slave of the most holy One.
I am the servant that has eaten the dust of her days.
I am the victim of my own karma.
I am the one who brought forth the birth pains of her own suffering.
I am the one who showed kindness in the dark places.
I am the one who took pity on my brothers and sisters.
I am the one who fought for the sake of war,
and for the sake of peace.
I am different from all the others who waged this way.
I have a hope beyond hope.
I have put my trust in the seen and in the unseen.
I have battled dreams and nightmares from the evil one.
I have wrestled with my own dissension.
I have rested my head in the palm of the Holiest of Holies.
And I have wept bitterly in his presence for mercy.
I have wronged the ruler of the kingdom and deserve the gallows with the wicked hearted.
But the King has granted me a great pardon, one not reserved
even for the murderers of lords.
He has shown me a mercy given only to the loyal sons of heaven.
And beyond that he himself has called me his own.
He has been gracious to the weak and hated one.
He has reached down to the one crushed and broken in spirit.
He has touched my heart with light and love.
I have a hope in the assured expectation of things hoped for.
In the hope of realities though not beheld.
I have a faith given as a gift from God.
I have a love from the mercy of his own tears.
therefore I have suffered nothing at all.
But have become victorious.
For a man in war that wins the battle remembers not his wounds or losses.
But rejoices in the winning, and there having lost nothing but gained all.
I am not one in stocks though I am in bondage, who mourns
and pines like ones who have no hope at all.
For those who wage this way with no hope at all merely wage for suffering's sake.
I fight the fine fight against the darkness.
I am the angel who delivered the message of freedom to myself.
I am whitened though bloodied with my own death.
A death God allowed that I may live.
No I am not one behind bars, for no one can cage my spirit,
but the Lord himself.
I am an eager child in the darkness,
on the wings of a great stage.
Awaiting the lights to rise up
and the show to begin
for the audience of the King
and all the host of heaven.
Yes I am a child.