Flames of Pearl(Written July 11th, 2012)

I’ve been taken captive by an infinitely lasting quandary; my life. Time has revealed to me the fallacious nature of my conception. Every blemish, stain, transgression on this once innocent and immaculate vessel pervades into the red blood cells coursing through my veins. A smoky haze has befallen me from the clouds above; I am shrouded in murk and obscurity. I can no longer see my way out of delirium and oblivion seems imminent during this seemingly perpetual moment. Flying high above the clouds, the Lord has seen my distress. Tacit supplications have led me to rebirth; I plea for repentance; I beg to be cleansed of all iniquity. The elements within me have been perfected all within a split second; darkness and tarnished blood become baptismal aqua -I exist to edify- From this moment on I am on this Earth to illuminate its confines with iridescence. Flames of a pearly white composition surround my spirit and soul. The ebony clouds originating from The Adversary can no longer encumber me from progressing along life’s winding road. Butterflies enrapture me as I am lifted into the stratosphere; time stops for but a moment and I metamorphose into a spiritual being of the highest caliber. I am an iridescent sphere that is shining brighter than the Sun. Chemical reactions taking place within the confines of my soul spur my transformation. I am a sacred parcel carrying the message of a brighter tomorrow. The winds of change have just begun to brush gently against my shoulders. As the lightning flashes off in the distance an overwhelming feeling of tranquility befalls a once ailing heart. Though stars may fall; celestial bodies may be shaken; I will remain… -In spirit- By Iridescently Efflorescent

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sanders-maurice-foulke-iii

Italian

Published: Aug 8, 2012
LinesWords: 37288

Notes: I came to an epiphany of how powerful an introspective awareness of one's own intrinsic spiritual nature can be. I realize now that the spiritual gifts that I have, that have been bestowed upon me by a higher power are the most important things in the world for they are the means through which I inspire other people in this ever so grand Universe. No matter whether I die today or if I'm alive tomorrow, as long as I exercise faith in this God that I worship, I believe my spirit will save me... Hence the final line in the poem. Thanks so much for reading and PLEASE GIVE ME SOME FEEDBACK ABOUT WHAT YOUR THOUGHTS WERE UPON READING THIS! WHAT DID YOU LIKE? Thank ya! <3

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