Jacob Wrestling with the Angel, c.1876
by Leon Joseph Florentin Bonnat
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Gethsemanes
In the quietude of night, where shadows stretch across the landscape, there exists a sacred garden—an inner sanctuary for souls in turmoil. These are the Gethsemanes of our existence, where sleep eludes and the mind grapples with unspoken burdens.The clock ticks relentlessly, measuring moments that blur into one another. Thoughts, like restless birds, flit through the branches of consciousness.…
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Faith Even In Death
21 By faith Jacob, when dying, blessed each of the sons of Joseph, bowing in worship over the head of his staff. – Hebrews 11:21 ESV
Jacob, the son of Isaac, had lived a full and far-from-boring life. He and his mother had conspired to deceive Isaac in order to receive the blessing reserved for the firstborn son. Even though he and his brother, Esau, were twins, Jacob had been born second, coming…
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Cyrene: *fights a lion with her bare hands*
Apollo: Wow.
Apollo: I wish that lion was me.
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cannot stop thinking about "heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I." the idea that the person you are or the way you love is so much that "good" is too limiting a word to encompass it. the idea of loving another person so much that the order of the universe means nothing. the idea that others' attempts to control it are a mark of their failure, not yours. i'm losing my mind about it thank you hozier
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'You called me angel for the first time my heart lept from me'
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