Resurrection found from the water. As the golden heart reemerges from the purification.
Blood stream pumping my grace. Water digesting my sin. Confessions of my humanity. Sharing fear, fare share of love, and death itself. I continue the cycle of health. In each life, for the search of God, I resume in stealth.
I prayed to God hoping to be a poet, but for now, Iām just another man going through it. Just another man going through it. just another. just another man going through it. hmm. hmm. hmmmm.