Orchestrated Countenance

Sunday October 26th, 2025, 2:25 PM

The rolling oceans stir and stretch stern its slithering tide, upon the sandy strolling beaches. The spirit glides its wings of the crystal glass among the misty shores in the day of my soul. The joining parts connect with my body, are threaded, stitched, remade breaded and niched the sister stars of my brotherly salvation found dwelled beneath the profound profit of my faith.

Tossed and turned, wobbly and shaken, thrown and tugged service of faith, whether they be seen or unseen are impossible throne my face than unspeakable contradiction lies that fake. The roar of the heart furlough boats its echo of choirs of chorus music and flown throughout the sea harping melody. The majestic mystery veiled grace reveals uncovered astute integrity.

Placed from the closing marrying hands of God, loads a fill of love the blood flooded of the waters, and the hills of the tides summon forth produce conscience quenched. Indescribable life thirsty turns into a well of standing lookers; streams of rivers, mountains and valleys rise pillars of existing fruit, rippled after ripened explicit, declared kingdoms unpronounced exquisite watchers.

Apparent wisdom clothed layers of rags from the kingdoms, are white flagged roots of light, fires built out of the workers' strength, boldly instructed decision chief creators, rulers and priests, from messengers gone left the lips winded every mouth prized offerings, clutched excerpts preached. Churches open house of worship, missions to lease.

~Cory Morrel