The Word gets constantly abused
and has no one to turn to
except those,
who came to taste what went first
before its even ashes forming.
Like Cinderella in the attic-
unwanted, locked, mistreated,
everyone pretends she’s not there
Yet it is her the one they’re searching for,
needed, and the centre meant of it all.

A true man of God getting an articulate smack to the law their face shines with.
Because Word is also a person,
even greater and higher than it has been presented to us,
yet not even considered as a speck of
it so.

“I love you”
“Understand”
“Thank”
“Good”
“Bad”
“What”.
Calls such as those hang so worn out
Like a fabric, shirt,
barely holding at the seams.