Love Graft

They were attempting to graft their hearts as one but the angels forgot to cut away the pain. GOD recalled them and nothing remained the same.  Incredible abilities were strewn about their psyche. He trampled on her solitude and she was unable to cover her feelings and become subdued. Grappling with the possibility of this being a reality, she prayed it was temporary and he seemed to convey the like then he’d become more than friendly on the astral by her pillow. Though he at times offered a light touch, he pushed her to confusion and beyond.

His cycles were rapid, ever changing. He, unwilling to cower from the  psychotic, criminalizing behavior. Though joined in Holy union by the Father, he refused to acknowledge her in the first.

He’d often smile, making her swoon. His gaze charged with the intensity of a man of passionate for her only. She became his love. While he succeeded at seduction, his one regretful act was convincing her that he was in love too.

She took solace in the fact that there is a GOD and he watches over all things.

“But why? Why doesn’t he arrive? Why doesn’t he love me? Where is the man from the onset who languished me with affection and enveloped me in his arms? He made time for m, didn’t he? He heard me, saw me. How in my torment and dire circumstance did he not take pity to remove the torrent the devil sent his way? And why transfer it to me?”, she’d ask. GOD informed him in the ways, this she knew. But why he wouldn’t comply with GOD’s commandments, was that which she queried the LORD.

By GOD’s decree they divorced. Her former, relegating all the LORD put before him as unworthy as he more so relished attempting to be the poor woman’s puppeteer.

by Jerriè McGill

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P.S… still here. 🙂


About St. Rev. Jerriè McGill

I'm a devout Christian Saint, Prophet, and Minister lady who loves the LORD. I'm also a writer, singer, composer, and visionary. I aspire to be like my Holy Father, an angel. I'm a Holy Roller Stomper, quite serious, yet joyful of my True Father's Heavenly work. I'm a graduate of Georgia Southern University and have a Bachelor of Science degree in Justice Studies. I reside in Atlanta, GA.
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