Isaiah
Chapter 25

1 O LORD, thou art my God; I will exalt thee, I will praise thy name; for thou hast done wonderful things; thy counsels of old are faithfulness and truth.

2 For thou hast made of a city an heap; of a defenced city a ruin: a palace of strangers to be no city; it shall never be built.

3 Therefore shall the strong people glorify thee, the city of the terrible nations shall fear thee.

4 For thou hast been a strength to the poor, a strength to the needy in his distress, a refuge from the storm, a shadow from the heat, when the blast of the terrible ones is as a storm against the wall.

5 Thou shalt bring down the noise of strangers, as the heat in a dry place; even the heat with the shadow of a cloud: the branch of the terrible ones shall be brought low.

6 And in this mountain shall the LORD of hosts make unto all people a feast of fat things, a feast of wines on the lees, of fat things full of marrow, of wines on the lees well refined.

7 And he will destroy in this mountain the face of the covering cast over all people, and the vail that is spread over all nations.

8 He will swallow up death in victory; and the Lord GOD will wipe away tears from off all faces; and the rebuke of his people shall he take away from off all the earth: for the LORD hath spoken it.

9 And it shall be said in that day, Lo, this is our God; we have waited for him, and he will save us: this is the LORD; we have waited for him, we will be glad and rejoice in his salvation.

10 For in this mountain shall the hand of the LORD rest, and Moab shall be trodden down under him, even as straw is trodden down for the dunghill.

11 And he shall spread forth his hands in the midst of them, as he that swimmeth spreadeth forth his hands to swim: and he shall bring down their pride together with the spoils of their hands.

12 And the fortress of the high fort of thy walls shall he bring down, lay low, and bring to the ground, even to the dust.

Good Morning Everyone

The Road Written in Stars

The elders say
Some spirits are born carrying distance,
not to flee the past,
But to stitch tomorrow to yesterday.

I learned that motion can be sacred—
a prayer spoken by the body,
a promise to keep going
without forgetting where the dust began.

What runs through generations
does not always leave tracks.
It lives in rhythm,
in the courage to follow a path
Only the heart recognizes.

There is guidance older than maps,
a knowing etched in silence,
reminding us when to move,
when to trust,
when to surrender to the journey itself.

So I answer the call that never shouts,
guided by an unseen hand,
walking the road written in stars—
where freedom is not escape,
but devotion
to the journey that shapes the soul.

Artist and storyteller: Dorothy Sep

HAHAHA that should scare them away!

Public Meltdowns
https://terrylclark.substack.com/p/public-meltdowns?publication_id=934525&post_id=159676167&isFreemail=false&r=1maoyr&triedRedirect=true

'DAILY POSTS' FOR MONDAY, DEC/22... https://bitl.to/5TCe (CLICK ON THE LINK, NOT ON THE PHOTO)