Wednesday, September 27, 2023

The Hail of Holy Stones

 The Road Runner is perfect glimpse of thunder striking upon the ground of enchantment or negativity with perfection and the wind trail of God's foot path that is known to only those who came down from the mountain tops for a snake to became as wise and a lizard to become a gender of love that are so perfect in its beauty that it released the serpent that was given to her who was the fastest on desert grounds that were lit in season for Her day to be as the lizard and as beautiful as every bird's day unfolding in flight to her own given to the earth and taken two from what had three eggs from the three that was chosen so that she could live again down upon the ground of lightning and every passing day that follows the flock of Ravens above and i saw a thunder bird's shadow fly above me it was five foot in span and when looked up in the air it was a raven that brings the heavy rain back onto the raining days of freedom ones own flight in the Heavens lifted up high as a mountain before the thunder bird dances in the wind giving forth the last breath to God so that day may sweep high and low for all to see the Holiness of Hail fallen from the tops of mountains down upon the grounds of God's tail and snake coming back from the dead giving unto Her the first egg from her time that to become like mine in the tail feathers of a Raptor that was once ancient and as wise and beautiful as she is near yesterday bringing down hail from the mountains of time that brought forth the breath of God's heart the silence of wisdom and the times God stayed to earth and became the day of Heaven return. and days before the free flight of God's children return high above the desert floor and down unto the ground of each and every step for our own last meal that may be our first and only day to spring forth into giving hail unto those who would follow the flight of thunder and lightning under foot.

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