بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

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6.30.18

did i say that my blessings reached only the skyline in proportion?

that was not correct

Been given galaxies of blessings, stretching from one end of the universe to the other, from infinity to forever. if i could type and type, stringing together hyperboles like links in a necklace, the pearls of the earth would vanish before i'd ever come close to an accurate reflection. His mercy is the sky itself, vapor and cloud, air that everywhere abounds, reaching inside with every breath and powering the lungs and oxygenating the blood for so long as we've got left. His love is the ocean connecting all oceans, filling all seas, not just the estuaries where the salty and fresh mix, but everything and including what's between - the groundwater seeping into the land and filling basins and vents, rivers and wells, there's no place where it won't reach; for His hope is the earth which extends and connects every piece of a puzzle that human minds never wholly comprehend, I know this sounds insane, I just don't have the tools or the brain to really express anything so i throw all the paint i know on this lyrical canvas, seeing if any of it sticks, trying to make a pictorial worthy of all He's given.