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Rachel Gohlman
United States
Current Residence: Lake Wales FL
Favourite genre of music: alternative, metal, classic rock, some classical and jazz. Also getting into Gregorian chant
Favourite style of art: drawing and painting
Shell of choice: 2s electron shell
Wallpaper of choice: hot green
Skin of choice: scaly and bluish green
Favourite cartoon character: all of the Simpsons
Personal Quote: Doh!
Quo Vadis?

"My Lord, where do thou walk?"
says the steward of an ancient house.

"I walketh to the gates, where your destiny lay."

Peered past lakes of youth and gainfully labor'd days, did the wizened disciple
see what plucked him up from peaceful labors there,
though willingly, he followed it.

The gaze of Almighty-God beckoned, he a sinner beset
and he ardently leapt like a shepherd's lamb to trace
those footsteps of his Lord.

Upon roads cumbersome amidst stones and netted-thorns,
where spoken, the Lord's name coaxed the very keys of heaven
to fall from their lofty vault.

Gold touched earth, soil renew'd where sprouted forth a Kingdom's fruits.
Binding and loosing bestow'd upon weak men
and defiance borne toward ruling darkness.

"I shall follow you," said the disciple.

Verily, did he pass dreary pathways;
raucous squabbling fellow-men,
past grand thoroughfares; sweats, toils and hatred.

Now a ram grown, he drove the flock,
fending away dogs and wolves who
compass'd about, peering afore death.

The threshold thereof, loomed mightily;
its imperial winds howling.    

Saith again his Lord:
"Walketh I the gates and twice endure most-bitter passion for thy sake?"

No, twas deigned his courage show and walk him where his Lord should go.
Along the way, tree-necks bow'd, creation hailed:
"Ave! Shepherd who follows his Shepherd, prince trailing after his Prince."

Did skies still and woods shout praise:
"Salve! Vicar who heeds his General, slave turn'd to his Master."

And how men bound him,
enemies unknown by God, and took him hither he would not go.

How with mockery,
they grid and carry'd him in conceit
onto that gruesome bough.

There the disciple begged, his head not be exulted
but hung near the ground.

Then, was servant with Master upheld,
everlasting testament given
to goodness, mildness and truth.

In that place, God's head crown'd to touch the crown of his head.
Bride and Bridegroom together wept and bled.

(This poem was written by me, Rachel M. Gohlman, PLEASE DO NOT COPY WITHOUT PERMISSION)
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hno3burns Featured By Owner Mar 22, 2012
You guys are all so inspiring...
Fragile-yet-CunNINg Featured By Owner Jan 30, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you :thanks:
Nikoagonistes Featured By Owner Sep 8, 2011
Thanks for :+fav:ing my stamp. :pray:
StyrofoamB00ts Featured By Owner Nov 24, 2010
Your pastel works are quite amazing, and the content you focus them on is commendable, keep it up! :)
StyrofoamB00ts Featured By Owner Nov 24, 2010
Welcome to the faith!
Relient-K Featured By Owner May 13, 2008  Professional Traditional Artist
Thanks for the favourite! =D
brokenangel Featured By Owner Apr 9, 2008
Thank you kindly for the fav on [link] :-)
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hno3burns Featured By Owner Sep 10, 2007
talking to myself....
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