I heard of a king and his kingdom
I heard of the king and the kingdom
beyond and over imagination
my imagination therefore wallowed in migration for these king and kingdom
I fell in to the darkness of my doubt in a dilemma through the wilderness of life.
pulled by thirst, I drank from the pit of shadows
then came a moment in time
then came the moment in time when all is gone
the desert started swallowing me
then I heard a voice from every where
"let go of him", said the voice and the desert obeyed.
who are you, where are you
"he who wallows in the desert for me find's me,
I am the source of living waters, drink from me and never shall you be thirsty again", said the voice.
then my thirst disappeared and suddenly my eyes were opened and I saw the magnificent beauty of the king and his kingdom
a kingdoms of peace and rest and only those who carry the Prince of the kingdom in them are permitted to enter the kingdom.
so I took on me to carry the Prince and no matter how unpractical the road to the kingdom may be, I want that peace and rest.
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