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The Prophets Love

An Enoch flame, Isaiah’s flare, the pulse of God, the spoken
Air. And prophet pain, the plight of Christ, the soul of prose,
A paulic light. My dying rose, a fragile voice, a violet stream,
A vacant choice. And lotic love, a spirit life, a subtle saint,
The bride of Christ. For soul to arc, a current rich, the crux of
Clay, the spirit spent. My dellic heart, a feyic psalm, an Amos
Light, a passion calm. And fulgent dream, a dreary ache, a
Future dead, the hand of fate.   
 
But cultic flame, Isaiah’s flare, the pulse of God, the spoken
Air. And Micah pain, a pleasure storm, the warmth of God,
A passion form. My florid rose, a vocal star, a risen rite, a
Velvet scar. But candent soul, a sudden sight, a huldic 
Prayer, the tears of Christ. And lotic love, a spirit life, a subtle
Saint, the bride of light.   
 
Enoch (Genesis 5:24).
St. Paul/paulic: referring to Saul’s conversion on the road to Damascus, and thereafter, St. Paul’s divine inspiration. (St. Paul first went by the name of Saul).
Lotic: flowing water; a stream.
Arc: a continuous circle of something, especially, energy.
Dell/dellic: a valley flooded with trees.
Fey/feyic: relating to otherworldliness, and the realization thereof.
Amos: a prophet.
Fulgent: radiant; emitting radiance.
Cultic: referring to hidden dimensions within Christ.
Micah: a prophet.
Candent: emitting radiance after being set to flame.  
Huldah/huldic: a female prophetess.

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Tony Taylor

Hi Glenn, another stellar write.........makes ma realize how little I know about the Bible really (basic knowledge really).........I read a lot of religious text.........from different cultures etc.........but I don't know enough to give you an insightful comment........other than to say I WILL be learning more about Paul/Saul, Micah, and Isaiah's flare.....in the near future.........well done my friend..........tony  xx

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