COMMON GROUND2 HEBREW RHYTHMS..ISREALOLOGY

I DIM THE LIGHTS;

bow my head...

stand at attention..

with mic-in prov..verse..my voice

it raises my head..

what commonly become a

demand

where the ground opens..

a twist

of heaven begins..

patiently waits

for the comfort of your

smile,

victorously

awaits the alter..where I am your

TORAH

where I bow down be4 thee

in slumber tired...

Eyes..which rubs it's steady hands..

from the weakness of rest..

the back of rhythms poising to take a dive outta hymns

and mysterious slumber..

I hold myself from the 4 corners..closing what captures

my cue..proceeds to blow spiritual

lyrical thunda

among the temple of

jireh..

when nature calls me..

the breath of

towering vocals..my sound of a whisper...

not ..but..LOUD comes

scriptures ..a theatre of sistas...in robes and headrest..

my spiritual advisory..

the group of burning candles of peace.

finds the challenge..warmth engages

in silence..smilin

bowing down be4 him..like a ode 2 b forgiveness..

like a cry for an audience of viewers ..

the outburst begins...

it's my turn 2 study tolerance..

dim the light again...

say..we are the songs of thy holiness...Our King..

Lord..JESUS...

the tranquility &

peace of what breeds signs and wonders..

THE passage to Heaven..

the love of

eternity and the hope 4 a new verse in speech

the WAY of

meditation..the love

of YAHWEH..

taught..Hebrews..The promises given..

mercy is on me..finds it's way

HOME..

in peace..

I bring my peace..

2u returns

in retrospect..SHALOM

It is written

Create..

Sheila T Jordan