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//The shadow burns across like embers tide paper//

This I Believe (The Creed) -Hillsong

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iheartmyart:

Antoine Donzeaud - ’The moon is a harsh mistress’ (installation view), 2014, acrylic on polyethylene and spray paint on wood, each painting: 200 x 106 x 7 cm

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littlethingsaboutgod:

Calvary - HIllsong


"The Saviour alone
Carried the cross
For all of my debts
He paid the cost
Salvation complete
Forever I’m free
Calvary covers it all”

The lyrics to this song depict so beautifully the grace and mercy that we find at the foot of the cross of Christ - the day our Saviour paid the ultimate sacrifice for our sins. Yet, ‘beauty’ was nowhere to be found on the day Jesus died.

The Bible tells us that the sky darkened as the Roman soldiers cast lots beneath the cross. That as Jesus suffered - bruised and bleeding on death’s door - the open wounds from His beating and the deep gashes from the crown on His head, were a horrific sight to behold.

In the midst of His suffering, it was on that cross and in that moment that Heaven and Earth collided — that Jesus committed His Spirit into the hands of His Heavenly Father and that the Kingdom of Heaven invaded our earthly kingdom on a hill called Calvary. We recognize the work of salvation that Jesus did on the cross, celebrate the gift of salvation and the miracle of His resurrection.

“He awoke each morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful person, to be, as simple as it sounded and as impossible as it actually was, happy. And during the course of each day his heart would descend from his chest into his stomach. By early afternoon he was overcome by the feeling that nothing was right, or nothing was right for him, and by the desire to be alone. By evening he was fulfilled: alone in the magnitude of his grief, alone in his aimless guilt, alone even in his loneliness. I am not sad, he would repeat to himself over and over, I am not sad. As if he might one day convince himself. Or fool himself. Or convince others–the only thing worse than being sad is for others to know that you are sad. I am not sad. I am not sad. Because his life had unlimited potential for happiness, insofar as it was an empty white room. He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of his bed, like some domesticated animal that was no part of him at all. And each morning he would wake with it again in the cupboard of his rib cage, having become a little heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping. And by the midafternoon he was again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, someone else somewhere else. I am not sad.”
-Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated.//
Crystallized suspensions in the atmosphere above a planetary body.
☁️s of sulphur in the air/ 💣s are falling everywhere// #cloudscape
☁️                                                 🌃 (at Tsim Sha Tsui Public Pier, Kowloon, Hong Kong)

likeafieldmouse:

Tom Burr - Drunk Emily (2014)

"The title Drunk Emily is a direct reference to Emily Dickinson, a sublime poet and fetish character, who has become a mainstay for the artist.

Now viewed as one of pop figures of American culture, Emily Dickinson spent most of her life in her room on the top floor of her father’s home, isolated from the society of which she was nevertheless an acute observer.

For her, fantasy and imagination were the true means for acquiring an understanding of reality, and a way of conveying happiness.”

Not knowing when the dawn will come
I open every door.

—Emily Dickinson

mymodernmet:

Spanish photographer Marina Cano's stunning images capture the majestic beauty of nature and wildlife.