You have seen my chains, my yoke, my cries,
Scan the horizon for Truth, not lies.
In spring I was foolish, and called you not,
then summer heat started, and my heart now fought
(for freedom from my bonds.)
Atmosphere pressure pushed down on me,
my whisper started, downcast, weak-
my straps rubbed my sweating skin raw,
down your law thundered, my guilt I saw
In fall cold fears clutched my soul,
death was near, panic rose full-
Yet just before winter’s final closure,
you answered, at last, drew me closer
Persistence, hope had almost fled,
no sleep would come near my bed,
Still, you kept your promise when I was weak,
you answered me since I did seek.
Budding talent is
Warm, strong, when used as a tool
A terrible king.
starts as tender,
poised to emerge from the ground.
black soil of diligence,
Activate the struggle principle
for reaping the rainbow of
blossoms, gifts to turn their silken faces,
thankfully, to your Creator.
Mind, housed in my soul,
is the prophet who repeats,
My heart wrung itself today,
A song belted out a cry-
I knew the metal of it was my strength,
adamantium my reply.
Strongest stuff in the earth,
I will never fall, I recite;
(affirmations stated through numb lips)
even as it crumbled with my fight.
Brain fumbled for solid thought,
focus inside, draw from this strength-
that soon crumpled to a useless ball,
lost its width and length.
Thought it would be glorious,
like azalea’s blossoming petal;
guess that’s what you end up with
when you trust in pretend metal.
(2 Corinthians 12:9)
So many maligned my self-doubt
said confidence is mostly what it’s about.
Still when my boat was thrown ’round the tempestuous sea,
of possible ego, self-discernment to flee;
I was grateful for anchors of questions and doubts,
to whittle, to carve when my words played out.
Watch the fettered feet, thirst turns to yearning-
sallow face, eyes listless, pale with dead hope.
These hands a touch of silk on the thin arm.
Warm and soft embrace; face round, smooth, a smile
couldn’t see blazing eyes of flint and storms.
Brilliant, bold, brash-
Smiling , persuasive.
Words magnetic, so many flock to
Suckle their speech like lifeblood.
Note: I should probably specify this is not at any charismatic preachers. It was meant toward any leader with charisma, whether political or any other group.
All the singing voices pound out their lasting melody,
with a thud, and single notes crashing louder than the sea.
Foaming lace from quick immersion, persuasion is in store,
individual in it’s time, authentic voice creeps over shore-
and others hatred flutters to willing bitter lips,
and the truth that told, the truth they hear from their ear slips.
Listen to His call,
let your heart be tender, sweet,
answer Him early.
Seek Him everywhere,
He promises you will find
when it’s all your heart.
Pray your name’s meaning,
wisdom spoken to your life,
you will know the truth.