Jedi Scribe
1 min readJul 23, 2017

A man appeared
The sun for a face
Flames for hair
Clouds for a garment
His body burned
Molten bronze was his skin
Undone I am
By this being
His eyes like fire
Peers into my soul
My wretchedness is exposed
It is consumed in His gaze
I can’t take it anymore
I scream
And My end begins

O.O.O.

Jedi Scribe
Jedi Scribe

Written by Jedi Scribe

I'm just a fiction loving theology amateur with a background in Physics, who loves to integrate the fragmented parts of his life into a Christocentric whole

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