Definitions by From Saint Agnes to Egypt
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In silence—
suddenly your voice.
We speak.
I say:
man of the heavens,
god who lives within me,
my sacred man.
You reply:
shameless,
seducer,
you belong to me.
I search for you in the sky—
among light, height, and breath—
and you,
you hunt for me
through the narrow, shadowed alleys of Egypt,
where whispers linger like forbidden fire,
with dust on your hands, fire in your eyes.
Opposites—yet one.
Each of us hides the face we choose,
and bares the one the other demands.
Still,
between you and me,
nothing is truly concealed.
Beyond words,
love is truth itself—
raw and holy at once.
My soul, my heart,
whatever you desire,
whatever you utter,
I receive.
Divinity
is the air entangled with your breath,
and the wine
fermented in your spirit,
intoxicating my own.
suddenly your voice.
We speak.
I say:
man of the heavens,
god who lives within me,
my sacred man.
You reply:
shameless,
seducer,
you belong to me.
I search for you in the sky—
among light, height, and breath—
and you,
you hunt for me
through the narrow, shadowed alleys of Egypt,
where whispers linger like forbidden fire,
with dust on your hands, fire in your eyes.
Opposites—yet one.
Each of us hides the face we choose,
and bares the one the other demands.
Still,
between you and me,
nothing is truly concealed.
Beyond words,
love is truth itself—
raw and holy at once.
My soul, my heart,
whatever you desire,
whatever you utter,
I receive.
Divinity
is the air entangled with your breath,
and the wine
fermented in your spirit,
intoxicating my own.
603 by From Saint Agnes to Egypt February 1, 2026
A week earlier, I said with pride
that it had been eighteen months
since I overcame that obsession.
But exactly one week later,
I was lying in bed, drained,
so weak I could barely feel my body.
Into my empty mind came only one thought…
It had been eighteen months since I last saw you.
I missed you so much.
I never said I love you,
and now I might never get the chance.
Tears…
I felt strangely light.
I closed my eyes
and saw you clearly in front of me—
wearing a faded blue short-sleeved shirt, watching me
as if only a single breath lay between us.
Just this inhale and exhale
is all the distance we have.
Thank God.
What a beautiful experience.
When this breath ends,
you begin—
this time, without the pain of separation.
that it had been eighteen months
since I overcame that obsession.
But exactly one week later,
I was lying in bed, drained,
so weak I could barely feel my body.
Into my empty mind came only one thought…
It had been eighteen months since I last saw you.
I missed you so much.
I never said I love you,
and now I might never get the chance.
Tears…
I felt strangely light.
I closed my eyes
and saw you clearly in front of me—
wearing a faded blue short-sleeved shirt, watching me
as if only a single breath lay between us.
Just this inhale and exhale
is all the distance we have.
Thank God.
What a beautiful experience.
When this breath ends,
you begin—
this time, without the pain of separation.
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1111 by From Saint Agnes to Egypt January 31, 2026
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My king, come to Egypt
and reign over her heart.
This land longs for you
and for your dominion.
Come and revive my green land.
Come—be life, be vitality.
You are the boundless joy and happiness of this earth.
My king, come to Egypt
and reign over her heart.
This land longs for you
and for your dominion.
Come and revive my green land.
Come—be life, be vitality.
You are the boundless joy and happiness of this earth.
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119
I don’t know… maybe I realized it a little late,
But
everything happens in its own time.
That day, I knew
how much I love you.
Just a moment before I reached the door,
it felt like a wave hit behind me.
Words lost their clarity.
You said something…
“God protect you,”
or “I entrusted you to God.”
Your wave came before the words—
stronger,
confusing,
erasing the words.
It was the second time I felt it,
stronger than the first time,
completely clear.
I wanted to turn back and look into your gentle eyes,
but it was as if someone wouldn’t let me.
A voice in my head said,
“If you turn back, leaving will be harder.”
I went out the door,
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the one who came in
was no longer the same person.
But
everything happens in its own time.
That day, I knew
how much I love you.
Just a moment before I reached the door,
it felt like a wave hit behind me.
Words lost their clarity.
You said something…
“God protect you,”
or “I entrusted you to God.”
Your wave came before the words—
stronger,
confusing,
erasing the words.
It was the second time I felt it,
stronger than the first time,
completely clear.
I wanted to turn back and look into your gentle eyes,
but it was as if someone wouldn’t let me.
A voice in my head said,
“If you turn back, leaving will be harder.”
I went out the door,
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the one who came in
was no longer the same person.
119 by From Saint Agnes to Egypt January 31, 2026
There is no hell when I am in your love;
I have walked beyond the gates of hell.
No heaven can ever match your love;
I have soared past heaven itself.
Beyond hell, beyond heaven,
Only God remains—
I meet Him in your love.
I have walked beyond the gates of hell.
No heaven can ever match your love;
I have soared past heaven itself.
Beyond hell, beyond heaven,
Only God remains—
I meet Him in your love.
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Surrender
They pour me wine that makes me drunk, yet leaves my intoxication alive.
If I tumble into true drunkenness, their lashes wake me, keeping me conscious.
It takes away my power of choice and will, plunging me into surrender and acceptance.
If I tumble into true drunkenness, their lashes wake me, keeping me conscious.
It takes away my power of choice and will, plunging me into surrender and acceptance.
Surrender by From Saint Agnes to Egypt January 31, 2026