we are wanderers in a foreign land, exiles in search of home. nomads who shift through dirt and sand.
Is this where we belong? A desert, a wilderness. A path made through promise of a kingdom paradise, so close and yet so far away.
40 days and 40 years are but a lifetime our lives are but a wilderness though we fast and pray trials and temptations come our way
Be not fooled by Devil's sweet whispers But continue past these 40 days and though you fail in one way
There is One who fasted and prayed overcame, and calls to you
"Behold, the Kingdom is near"
mindlessly passed through to the end of Lent, and I didn't really fast and pray, what more succumbing to my sins. But a firm reminder of Jesus who succeeded in His fast and prayer, right through His passion, death and ressurection. Though I fail, He succeeds on my behalf, and has mercy on me.
you attract more flies with honey like moths, to a flame, you bug me ready for hot humid summer days ready to have my picnics by the lake my family I have crafted, my kin in essence my family I have drafted, my purest expression truest of true, brightest of blues, chatter filled dinners, loved filled rooms I prayed for times like this, the flowers in bloom
Your eyes looked like the eyes I’d fall in love with. The spark they carried and the tiny sweet glimpses you made. Writing about your eyes now makes me fall for you again, for the millionth time. This time it is different though, because I remembered how it always ends.
So dear you, my first true love, If you are reading this, I begin by saying I love you In a language that you don't speak. I loved you a love that is beyond us now,
A spiritual tie of a prayer about love, Cried out loud within the heart of the universe. This will remain long after you forget me, Our love is a bouquet of memories sculpted into poetry.
Sweet and bitter poetry, imagine that The two worlds we are collided, Air collided with earth. This is the contrast of breathing and not.
Until I found myself but when I looked, I couldn't recognise myself. I was shaped differently, My spark has died.
Sometimes I become so engulfed in my mind, trying to figure out what moments of magic I can create to sprinkle over my life so I can just disappear like dust into the stars. I find peace and light with some truth here. I’m no longer sheltered. I’m free I pray no one catches me in this moment living in my greatest fantasy. A daydream that keeps coming to me. Oh how fascinating this place is to me but I have to come back to reality now Until next time…
-God life is just fine. I mean just look at your creation you design -I see your light in me every morning when it shines -Protected from the depths of hell by reading your people stories they tell -I enjoy one-on-one with you cause we’re bonding -Today I have new questions for you as a young man -Do you enjoy the poetry I write, Do you crack jokes or tease? -If I saved another soul today, would that keep your mind at ease? -Feeling lifted, when I do a task you ask of me for you -Reward is good so I’ll continue to follow for you -So merciful, it’s powerful, your love do something to me -Cause God I caught the vibe of purity & happiness you given to me -So I share it back, to all my friends, and now they’re like, “Zay you genuine, I love that. I want peace, so how do I get like that?” -It’s just turning one home into God’s home -Cause this is heaven sent, God made life just fine.