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Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Aug 12, 2008 23:52:31 GMT -5
WHITE CREAM
Mmmmm.....
Rich milk on Father's table
Delicious frothy cold delight
Such nutritious sustenance
We are the milk
Poured out to many thirstiing
Living word through us
Heaven's fresh grace
Why do you feel this sudden lifting
Delightful floating?
Bursting through the surface....
The cream is rising
And its beyond you
To decide if it is right
Or if you belong
Separation, separation
Displaced and painful
De-emulsification
Do not despair
Because of this tearing asunder
Leaving you alone and suspended
Yet floating goes up
For the sweet cream rises
Rich and heavy
Saturdated fat
Oil of anointing
Can no longer remain
Lost in the cup
Skimmed off the surface
Gently collected
Your Father will call you
To another table
Where He will feed you
Strong meat, can you take it?
Pull that last baby tooth!
So enjoy this
Discomfort with bliss
Do not despair the dividing
Happening amongst you
For it must be so...
It is time to feed the nations
And there you must go....
© IRIS WOYTOWICH
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