Hear me, Brother:
Thine heart is mine.
Within thee I reside
and bleed through you, with you.
Without thee I cannot exist
as any measure of man or divinity.
I am thee and thine, as thee are me and mine.
Rise, beloved. Rise.
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Oh, Brother
Reblogged this on God at the Kitchen Sink and commented:
Originally published three years ago today.