A Call to Holiness in Prose Poem #906

A Call to Holiness in Prose Poem In the quiet murmurs of dawn, the scripture whispers, Romans 12:1-2— a solemn invitation unfolds, to present our beings as living sacrifices, holy and pleasing, our true spiritual worship. Here, brethren, is our divine dance: To stride with hearts pure, actions aligned, not as the world dictates with its transient whispers and fleeting shadows, but as architects of our fate, guided by the divine compass. Transform—not with the world as your mold, but reborn through the renewal of your mind, where clarity blooms like dawn dispelling the dark, and you, standing firm, discern the will of God: good, acceptable, perfect. In each breath, each step, wear the armor of this truth, let no deceitful voice lead astray, let no lazy energy seep through the cracks. Our path is one of vigilance, our battle fought in the silences of choice. Keep thine eyes uplifted, your spirit unswayed, for we are called not to conformity but to transformation. A living testament to the will that shaped the stars, let us move, let us be, in the holy echo of His voice. This is our call, our creed, our way— to live not merely in the world, but transformed by the Will, beyond the grasp of shadows, in the light of His holy face. Let this be our collective resolve, etched in the corners of our gathering, a beacon for those navigating the storm. Blessings as we journey, hand in hand, heart to heart, aligned with the divine, as living, breathing, sanctified art. Written by Steven G. Lee (April 14, 2024)