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My name is J Gregory Evans and I support Helium and Helium members as Channel Steward for the Religion & Spirituality (other) sub-channel. I love the good people at Helium and enjoy interacting with all members in challenging writers to engage in a community

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The truth about love: 1 of 24
A lover's embrace - and fever's rapture, for the pleasured senses of a delightful coalescing of love's twin affections, gracefully fluent, and tender... with a fragrant rhythm of a gentle flowing breeze. A pure kiss of Holiness, and a shared surrender of duo souls. Consecrated, to the selfless beauty of sacrificial love; Ble... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Uncontrollable feelings: 9 of 152
Panic destroys quietly Paralyzed with fear A half century's embrace As anxiety feverishly kills... Its crimson death is thrown into the Eternal fires of bloodthirsty demons, and abuse...guile...betrayal, Are they not just words? Or a twisted state of mind as savage delusions imbedded within this diseased mind of gifted sanit... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My hell: 1 of 14
The state of my soul I surely can't hide, One's fiery response - counter reflects, and Ascertains; Behold! Embraced in the eye. Whereas, fermented birth, rainfall's shower, Thunder squall's hearth, from deep within - the furthest depths, desecrated, Silent, ancient plunder of a fraudulent soul - poor ravishment, the masses t... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Autumn morning: 3 of 24
For this twilight dawn that blends to sapphire blue Where my relief may come in lofty air - As my mind dissolves within this loving flow Of a tender Autumn morning lover's care. We become embraced by the chill of Autumn's air - As skies turn pink towards Mother's last term And burns of fire by Nature's stare. And we from sel... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The answer to her prayers: 2 of 14
As I look - beyond the rags of a tattered soul, tired and weary from forty years of wandering within the hidden desert of your parched dear soul, where the lovely "Lilly of the Valley blooms," nourished, by the secret dew of angels - and, of God resting in your eternal depths of wealth the treasure I see that is you! You and... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Listening: 7 of 41
Embrace silence draw from her depths the eternal seeds of wisdom, and love, as she submits freely and conforms thy galvanized soul who listens Embrace a perfect surrender an antiquated hope a contemplative moment - within the cool, mirrored shoals of a glassy mountain lake, sacred rhythms of change, as seasons pass and a sof... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Walking in the fog: 20 of 112
"December's Mystic Moon" Majestic Oaks in silent solitaire and Midnight's cold December air, Rolling hills beneath Heaven's hem of grayish blue Crowns the earth embraced by northern lights, and gentle winter's mystic moon. An unclothed scent of cedar's burnt, and caressing valleys below, Inspires Nature's misty gown of risin... More..
Religion & Spirituality > Religion & Spirituality (Other) The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom: 5 of 26
Wisdom is possibly one of the greatest mysteries God has given to mankind to attempt an intelligent comprehension thereof. While some may attain to Wisdom, for others, she will remain an illusionary pursuit of disquiet and discontent. Many will face huge obstacles in their journey along a path of an interior conversion that ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Diagnosis: 1 of 5
To kiss a cool, red, mystic cloud and taste the bitterness of embossomed ruins of my shredded soul a vast spiritual wounding a eunuch, touched by grace entangled by a multitude of viperous snares as the hot, red, hallowed blood burns through guiltless veins of an innocent man, a man they diagnosed and shattered by what appea... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nature's song: 5 of 22
"The Divine Milieu Of Nature" My heart beats to Nature's throbbing chest, Earth's blood dewdrops in Nature's best - Great Mother's chromatic essence, Whose imminent laws rest upon herself - To seldom speak - what mystic poet envisions karma of this? More..