Even in the darkest ,of space , your Light still shine.
Even in times, of your deepest pain your Light still shine.
Even in your, weakest state here your Light still shine.
Even in your , Brokeniness here your Light still shine.
Even in the your struggles here your Light still shine.
Even in the midst, of your anger , and loss your Light still shine.
For you are Gods Poets and Poetress speaking Gods Truth.
In the world where so many people need to see your Light.
To see that Jesus , Loves them as well and that he is the Word.

she walks prospect avenue in the rain.
dead eyes, sore feet
the flowers have wilted into
the shadows of acceptance.

she finds the corner
and the last light lit,
wants a match for her cigarette.

a ****** that has found her god.
a needle and a bed of thorns.


the beep from a car's horn,
so a customer waits,
swings open a rusty gate.

and when that door

slams

shut

the prisoner of light asks,

"where have all the flowers gone?