Amada Paul Israel

A Unified Poem of Sacred, Unfailing Devotion

Amada Paul Israel
@israelamadapaul172464

23 days ago

‎WHEN ETERNITY SPEAKS: A VOW TO THE DIVINE



‎Should my love for Thee ever wane
‎May the stars pluck out their own light in shame,
‎May heaven silence every angelic chord,
‎And let the rivers forget the way to the sea.
‎O Eternal One if I should ever forsake Thee,
‎Let time itself turn its face from me
‎And memory cast me into its deepest abyss.

‎For loving Thee is no fleeting flame,
‎No trembling thought of a wandering soul
‎It is the marrow within my bones,
‎The breath that carves my chest with holy fire,
‎The rhythm of my pulse,
‎The whisper behind every silence.

‎Thy beauty, O Lord, is not beholden to eyes
‎It is the thunder beneath still waters,
‎The light that the sun kneels to imitate.
‎What are the rubies of angels’ weeping,
‎Compared to a single glance from Thy presence?
‎All creation bows in wonder where Thy shadow falls.

‎To dwell with Thee is not to live
‎It is to dissolve into pure Being,
‎To be sung into the stars and stitched into infinity.
‎Wherever Thou art, I am
‎For I am the echo of Thy breath,
‎The dust touched by Thy Word.

‎When I am near Thee,
‎Even hunger kneels in awe.
‎What need have I of fleshly bread,
‎When Thy voice is morning’s first mercy?
‎Thy laughter, Lord, is my daily wine,
‎Thy touch the bread that stills my storms.

‎I vow by the tears of prophets long dead,
‎By the blood of martyrs poured like oil on altars,
‎By the songs David strummed into the heavens
‎I shall not leave Thee.
‎Though Death extend his hand like a king's decree,
‎I will tear through veils and graves and oblivion itself
‎Just to find the hem of Thy robe.

‎Thou art not merely my muse
‎Thou art the ink, the quill, the parchment, the flame.
‎Without Thee, my soul would scatter like ash,
‎The moon would hang in mourning,
‎And rivers would run dry of praise.

‎Should my love ever falter
‎Let roses forget their scent,
‎Let oceans forget to rise,
‎Let all of heaven hold its breath
‎And creation pause its sacred hymn.
‎But no!
‎Such an hour shall never strike
‎For my love is forged in the fires of the I AM.

‎So hear this vow, O Ancient of Days
‎I am Thine, and Thou art mine.
‎Bound by a covenant no tongue can name,
‎Too holy for time,
‎Too wild for death,
‎Too real for even poetry to claim.

‎Amen.

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Gomez Kash @kashgomez9922
Damn, that's some serious love on full display. So real and poetic. Can feel the divine connection vibing right through me.
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Myhre Dylan @dylanmyhre8433
The poem is truly moved! Those lines about the stars and the breath are so powerful. A deep dive into divine love, but so beautifully written.
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