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April 26, 2017
Dear Jesus,
Being your slave, what can I do to tend the hours serving you? I
see in your creatures vast potency in Love, latently waiting like
some lady-in-waiting on a wedding. They bustle about with
business for the purpose of distraction from leisurely thinking on
beauty. Really, I notice Jesus, that when Love finally penetrates,
they are embarrassed. How curious an emotional reaction in us
Jesus; for I too have been embarrassed as such that I was
mortified at your preferal of me because I could not defend
myself. Is this also their problem as well? If it is, then we are
one in sin here and one in grace where there is conversion from
this petulant embarrassment of preference (for here all are
preferred) in your Love. Pride enters before the sin of it is
commit and with utter fecundity, rapidly procreates making the
stellars of stars and astors of planets in place until that moment
when the polarity of Prides incipient haste becomes illuminated
with black light and goes from passive to active. This dark light
has power to give men sight with no rites of prayer or Love and
chokes all ceremony of innocents; that sense of self-worth that
spates not with fate or irony nor sieve, rather feathers to the
heavens on the confidence of angels plaintive wings.
Sin is blind, yet it has sight. Good Lord, when I was so blinded
by the sight that I could no longer see the sea of Divine Mercy
and languished long in the valance vanity creates around the
foveal to make peripheral the tantamount realitythats
Entertainment!
Youve given your wine and I have been inebriated and
corroborated with you in this scheme to theme our salvation for
this Nation of the United States!
Thank you Jesus for this time to vent my poetic inclination on
the incipation of the sin of Pride. Keep me from vanity by
making me holy as it is in Heaven and under Heaven where we
will live in unity with all Humanity.
I Do Believe Jesus! Give us a miracle cleansing! Heal Us!
Your Befuddled Subject