Lifter up of my countenance

Sat, Jul 3 at 7:14 AM

Lifter up of my countenance, what have I done to You,

I tried to caress and feed You good things, that

their reproduction be good fruit-- to BE Spirit of Your heart,

a burning fervor, to cast down, such as shame and guilt,

and not bow to it, but produce only good fruit, as being the fruit of Your loins.

Guilt and shame is lack of love, to which You endowed me

with its counterpart of goodness and mercy.

My conscious is clear, and I do not regret a thing, for You did not raise me

with guilt and shame but with glory to cast down those things that come against me.

I drank the bitter cup-of man, and satan, and of You and by far

You exceed all I ever tasted-- Your wrath as wine and the dregs were but the

Love You have for us all, and reproduced to go forth and conquer those who were downcast.

Have I achieved and been approved of such to shower blessings on my fellow breath-ren?

Not to harm but to do good, requiring nothing in return.

Yet You are God of all spirits, energy of all energies.

Thank You for telling me as a kid that You would let me KNOW You as

Adam did Eve.

For now, after getting my bearings together, have cast down, and or set free any

emotions that were spawned from such a wonderful experience.

Truly our cup runs over, not with bitterness, but with goodness.

Thank You for telling me to follow You, and for the love You did not hide.

Thank You for the banquet table and for the bridal chamber where communion and consummation respectively took place.

Bliss, yes bliss from the playground of my mind, drunk on the intoxication of Your wine.

Thank You for the vibrations of love, without which the false would reign.

My bed of the mind was taken low, but Lo, You were there, for I ate/slept with the enemy but only for a minute-- ahh but then the oil/balm of giliad sealed me after the washing away of the filth and shame of the muddy waters.

I recognize You, the choicest food and beverage and say Cheers to You as I am in my right mind!