February Favorites

 Hello again, friends! It is a pleasure as always to present the latest feature of wonderful, mostly under-appreciated work by my fellow deviantArtists...Blessings!
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Year of Jubilee
Written by Adam M. Snow
My child, My child; lend Me your ear,
heed My word, put aside your fear,
your pride, your sword, your envious jeer
- hear My voice and revere.
See the world through grain of sand,
this world of yours is My Father's land.
Heed My word and make a stand
- rain of revival is at hand.
Your home will burn with Holy fire;
your kin will see My Father's desire.
Hundreds of voices will be lifted higher,
many will speak with tongues of fire.
The blind will gain a whole new sight,
they shall see God's Holy might.
Holy Spirit will in them shine bright,
their tongues shall too with fire ignite.
The lame will dance and dance so free,
to a Heavenly chorus of praises towards Me.
They will dance and dance so endlessly
- rejoicing, rejoicing with tears of glee.
The mute will speak with unheard voice
and sing aloud as they rejoice.
Praises will flow from their new found voice,
set ablaze as they rejoice.
The de I'll Never KnowI wish I could just talk to you.
To stay, and chat awhile.
To have met as high school classmates.
I wish I'd met you as a child.
But the only way I know is one
As daughter to a mother.
I'll never know who you truly are
And your many shades of color.
Who was the spark?
Who blazed that day;
Who was that summer child?
Caught between our Lord's sunbeams
And His loving Smile?
That summer child is still within
How I wish that I could meet her!
I'd hug her close, say, "It's all right!"
That nothing will defeat her.
I'll never know to look at you
With a special sort of awe.
Because I am a part of you
I was neither selected nor called.
Yet God chose the very best for you
Your parents; how we miss them so!
They're dancing in your honor, too
In a place we don't yet know.
And I will never really know
Your way of loving Dad.
That bond of decades-long friendship
And love through good and bad.
I'll never know what it felt like
To hold my brother that first time.
To feel him leave your body
Yet to fin  'Meditation in a toolshed'"I was standing today in a dark toolshed. The sun was shining outside and through the crack at the top of the door there came a sunbeam. From where I stood that beam of light, with the specks of dust floating in it, was the most striking thing in the place. Everything else was almost pitch-black. I was seeing the beam, not seeing things by it.
    Then I moved, so that the beam fell on my eyes. Instantly the whole previous picture vanished. I saw no toolshed, and (above all), no beam. Instead I saw, framed in the irregular cranny at the top of the door, green leaves moving on the branches of a tree outside and beyond that, 90 odd million miles away, the sun. Looking along the beam and looking at the beam are very different experiences.
    But this is only a very specific example of the difference between looking at and looking along. A young man meets a girl. The whole world looks different when he sees her. Her voice reminds her of something he has been tryin 
And as usual, a lovely music video for you to enjoy! Have a blessed week! --Debra