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#‎Day1_HimAlone‬

Echoes of Mercy, Whispers of Joy
Give name to this Being
The unseen Giver of all that has meaning
‘The fear of God is the beginning of all wisdom’
Says the word of Old.

Bold in all forms
For without this, nothing has form!
As obvious as it may sound
Taking this for granted,
Is the one misdoing
I can never afford.
Since obvious is relative, yet not all my relations are your relatives,
I am obligated to chalk-up the dust,
Never to dictate
But to scribble on the dark wall obscuring your path to Right!
Fear Him alone and none other shall bring fear to thee.
Vessels we are before Him
Yet we allow others to pour sludge in us.
Our emptiness is thus filled
But we are then full of shit

That we cannot cry for Help
For only empty ‘debes’ cry out loud!
Him alone holds the jar to fill us with Right.

Seek Him Alone
And your Dark wall will be full of success scripts from the Well of wisdom whose source knows no drought.

©Krv_230516
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