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 May 2016 Anuoluwapo
Sequestered
On water tossed by waves most contrary,
Christ walked; His footprints on boisterous sea.
Them, sore with fright in ship's sanctuary,
In depth of doubt disciples drowned; how can it be?

But reassurance met with a quest for proof;
A test Peter embraced but doubted the impossible,
From fading faith amidst waves most aloof...
He starts to sink and yelped for help from the Able!

And unto this day, disciples in doubt still live,
Though with only our lips we oft confess these words;
"With God nothing's impossible", to deceive,
And many we lost to sea of doubt pierced by swords.

Though like Peter of old, sometimes we doubt still,
But call on Christ; our ever present Help in time of need;
From storms into safety He'll pull us out if we will,
With outstretched hands to those whom his call will heed.
Jesus Walked on Water..
Place yourself at the moment, Jesus is suspended upon water;
and for a moment Peter was also able to stand upon water.
She exchanges her black dress,
for a white robe of Righteousness.
She trades in her lies, believed and spoken,
and embraces the Truth.
She decides to turn her words into actions,
no longer fearing people's reactions.
She trades in her sorrows,
for His joy.
She exchanges her selfish deeds and her
negative thoughts,
for deeds of kindness and a mind like Christ.
She trades in her old self,
for the New Creation which now she is.
She exchanges all she is,
for all HE is.
And walks FREE.
Cutting wood and sanding  it smooth. Cutting the holes and fitting it together. Each piece must be precise and give just a little. Staining the outside and inside of the box and putting on a glossy coat of varnish. Fitting the padding into the box and making sure the lid closes just right. All of the steps necessary to build a coffin for my friend who used drugs too much.
God has a golden chariot that glows with his divine light. It comes down to reclaim the forsaken and the abused. When little children are lost because of the wickedness done by others, he sends his chariot to carry their souls home. The wonder of the divine light cannot be seen with human eyes, but it has come more than once. It took away Elijah and was seen by Ezekiel, so it is spoken of and it must be true. Because God so loves little children, what else would he do.
 May 2016 Anuoluwapo
Ami Shae
That metaphorical
knife?
Cuts Deep,
So very Sharp
and painful
slicing into my soul
I wish you'd taken it
with you
when you said you had
to go...
relationships ****.
If I could be anything
What would I be?
What kind of creature?
What kind of tree?

Maybe a dog
So loving and loyal
Sit around the house
For my master to spoil

I could be an eagle
With such incredible eyes
Riding the air current
Soaring free in the skies

Would I be an oak
majestically standing amongst the trees?
Or maybe the willow
Gently swaying in the warm summer breeze?

With all of the things
That I could possibly be
After careful consideration
I'd rather be me
Covered in the darkest silk robes with lace gloves and silver chains adorning her face. Walking with footsteps that quietly echo like the brushing of stone from a sweeping broom. Her presence elicits both awe and fear! Her form moves beneath her dark veil , every motion is an inviting temptation to seduction. Her pail skin and dark lips offer a sense of foreboding. Her piercing eyes are full of longing, and the thoughts of wicked pleasures yet unknown. Many long to feel the sharpness of her Ebony nails, but few dare to try. For she is a dark mistress bound to a cruel and unforgiving lord, who does not like to share such peculiar treasures filled with other worldly delights.
Paint my heart as empty
all blue and black and grey

Around it perforate a circle
from beginning back to start

Paint it very gently
then quickly pull away

Tearing it out
without ripping it apart

Someday they'll surely place it
in the Gallery of Fools

Inside the Wailing Walls
out past the Hall of Shame

And when the people face it
they'll cherish their own hearts

As if anatomy has
anything to do with pain

©Jason Cole
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