I am imprisoned to this flesh which seeks to be my demise.
Pulling me deeper into the abyss of deserted soul...
Dry eyes, that become a wasteland of tears,
Covering my skin, a sea of salt.
But deep within, rooted in my being,
Is a TRUST and a HOPE in the ONE TRUE GOD,
The KING OF ALL KINGS, AND LORD OF LORDS!
He has taken residence within this skeleton,
Covered with earthen wear,
And within this enveloping, He resurrects...
Soul, mind and body...all that I am, to be all that He is!
And I hear His whisper of gentle, yet strong tone...
Lift up thy face oh daughter of mine!
Think not upon the pain that enraptures you,
But know and rest in the assurance..
That I am not a God who forgets His Bride!
Your being ingnites with my fragrance...
Breath of endless joy, suffocation no more!
My child, remain in my arms,
Listen to my voice...
The lover of your soul, the Master and Commander..
Of the Universe..all that was, and is, and is to come!
Let the infection of My Presence...spread like wildfire..
Consumption of your humanity, in exchange for My Majesty!
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Now how is it possible there are no comments on this poem? Deidre, you are developing as a poet... very glad to read this and want to put it on my wall or in my bible. Keep writing, my dear tall Grumpy Basement Poet (one of the original 5!) love your annie
Oh annie dearest! Thank you for your encouragement :) I am loving writing more and more--the Lord is taking me through deep waters of enlightenment and pain--well, they all seem to capsize together in rays of brilliance don't they? Anyhoo, I am way less social than I used to be, and find comfort reading books, writing, and working on projects==I would love to keep in touch with you my sweet brilliant fellow poet!
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