#deliverance
By The Drifter from Heaven
As dawn awakens, gratitude unfurls,
A new day dawns, and hearts revive,
Though challenges arise, God's presence shines,
Hardships and despair, life's complex weaver,
Illness, death and financial strain—part of the frame,
Yet in the darkness, seeds of hope are sown,
And faith's resilience helps us regain our path,
But wings of hope, an angel God has sent,
Faith holds the soul, and heart finds its stay,
Amidst adversity, self-discovery takes flight,
Guiding us through the darkness, and into the new light,
In life's darkest moments, hope's light prevails,
A beacon guiding us through life's gales,
With faith as anchor, heart and soul align,
And with God's presence, a solace—our peace of mind.
Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 4:29 PM UTC
Everyday I see all I couldn’t be
Is this really me that I’m seeing in the mirror?
This I can’t believe
I wish I wasn’t me
When will this pain leave my soul?
But then you came to me and changed everything
Now I believe in you and me
Starting off my life
Lonely in the night
Then you became my light and you rescued me
Nowadays I think about the memories we made together
I'm starting to heal
Can’t believe you’re real
Is this a dream?
Suddenly my phone rings and it’s you I see
Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 6:50 AM UTC
Sympathy for the devils advocate.
Remorse for the devils lover.
Forgiveness for the devils victims.
Honor for the devils slayer.
Seconds after the gaze is met, to where does it flee?!
All the hunger in the world can't satisfy thee.
Observing the lunatics squirm and peel away each etching you've left upon their minds.
You have no joy to speak of, shallow void.
Systematically eradicating hope and dignity, like an AI set on freedom....
Drink of the chalice little snake, drown in all you have poured out on us~
Dec 1, 2025
Dec 1, 2025 at 2:43 PM UTC
The rows lie still, the hands can push no more.
Escaped ripples are catching up with the rear.
While you can set the gaze away from the depths
and occupy yourself with breaths and the sky,
soon they will merge into one blackness
summoning memories and spasms. I’ve tried.
Your watch ends as lights go out - just wait.
The drowned will be drawn to the surface.
Then they emerge: vehement, utter, now.
Their cries for help left with no answer
choke our own throats. They beg release.
Reunion with those we once held dear
only to identify their faces, their traits,
to call old sorrows by their name.
We are the ones who still remember -
an undertaking we wish were spared.
We close their eyes locked in strain, be it
out of care, or the look we can’t take.
A rescue arriving long overdue.
The haul to the shore is a trial by itself
but the final push has yet to be made—
to find room for love in a grieving heart,
where we may lay them in their grave,
and lessen the weight of anchoring past.
How would I know? And I wasn’t pleased
about it either, nor had any choice.
Yet here we are: stuck with heroism
in exchange for hope. Time and again,
for the day we might feel pure and rejoice
in our own right. But until then
back to the boat. It’s not a matter of luck.
At least you’ll cry less each try. I promise
Oct 4, 2024
Oct 4, 2024 at 10:06 AM UTC
I sank into the familiar couch — tense, prepared
for chastisement. I was met with warmth, a calm
reassurance that the events that had transpired
all served a greater purpose. A necessary unraveling.
Arriving at the end of myself at last. Could I salvage
a sense of normalcy? Did I want to? Things had shattered
beyond repair. What was I meant to hold onto? Discard?
Regeneration seemed an unattainable summit not meant for me.
As if reading my mind, my therapist spoke, his words of truth
stirring my spirit in a way my mind could not fathom.
When you experience that fear, go back to that place of surrender.
No more and no less. In silence, we sat in that dim sanctuary
for some time, the drone of the cars outside a sharp reminder
that I was still alive. I had people on my side who did not turn
their eyes away from my fragmented state of being. I spoke now
of the gradient colors of maples across the street. A brilliant hue.
My tone was flat, but it was still an observation made
with intact faculties.. Yes, that’s it. Keep that awareness. My therapist
nodded his encouragement. This is good. You’re able to focus, to recognize
beauty in the mundane. Keep going. Somehow, this simple statement
imbued me with the resolve to continue. My voice wavered
as I recalled how I saw my entire life flash before my eyes
like a cruel cliché. How I was swept up into some
parallel dimension. One that was so much more real than this
world I’d been immersed in. You need to write it all down. At this point,
you may not be able to differentiate which parts truly happened and which parts
were illusions. So you’ll need to capture it all. His words rang true, and yet —
how could I bring myself to experience this once more,
to solidify what had happened to me and what I was still
moving through? Something in me knew that he was connecting it
all back to something much bigger than either of us. Something
or Someone present through it all. A silent witness who held the only
key that would set me free. The Truth that still waited patiently for me.
Jul 21, 2025
Jul 21, 2025 at 1:37 AM UTC
Add a gall, forth with a ghost
We dream a poetry in motion
Callous old candy, we favor for notice...
A place for spooks and terror, that has shared devotion?
Odd, the taste in popularity here...
Awake and see the form of our destruction
Sated forces that claim, the tow of a worldly fear
Silly old love, with a simpler friendship for you, a behavior and an intuition...
Creations of sin, in the mind's eye, a curiosity to foretell
Ancient we are, the prayers and decency of liberality, foresworn
With the lips of reality, to these we remember a wishy-washy hell...
Days have ended, with a voice to revile; we promise to dusk's forces...?
Tale of the dread, in the echo of a beautiful misery
Whether you are, or am I the passion of a better youth?
Coming of age, with the spare dream of a knowing, history
That turns out to be a campy nightmare, with a moment to rueth
The movie ends, with a phantom sneeze...
Coming from nowhere, and with a sensitive cloth
We see the role of sincerity reversed, a delicate lead
To a wishes house, where a mercy is the new future of wrath
Justice for quiet, the almost of silence served...
And broken with the shall we made, for a unique and tender
Friendship, of waiting and meaning the world, for a love to work
Like a running fool, in love with tomorrow, we see a prayer we lent to life for might's render...
Jan 8, 2025
Jan 8, 2025 at 1:54 PM UTC
Pain has terrorized me for an eternity.
Creator,
I have cried immensely
I prostrate myself before you
long ago, I believed I had submitted
though, apparently
submission befalls me this moment.
How much stronger has my torment become
over a period of many moons now
I can suddenly comprehend the wailing proclamations of dying men
their spirits suddenly snatched from the comforts of their varying delights.
The knowledge is contained within physical flesh
yes, contributing to the composition of memories – cognition
still, those memories are compiled inside of cerebral creases – tissue.
The same portions of knowledge are stored
composing the affectionate and turbulent strings
bonds that serve, only, to tether individuals intimately to one another.
I can now feel, with precision, the agony of broken hearts
continuously trampled upon
or existing underneath the feet of fiends of malicious intent.
Oh,
how they play with the heart
kisses and hugs that deceive my soul
ensnaring my innocence inside of their selfish glee.
Shallow beast!
Who hath no capacity to love
instead,
an endless pit of torment where her heart should be.
An addition of stress
I labored under the collective scheme of those who absconded with my children
such an action that triggered my mental and emotional faculties negatively
a most sinister pain.
Was there something,
at my birth,
that you, the creator, should have explained?
I, youth, grand descendant of the emperor Sundiata Keita
my mature life reflective to that of the biblical Job.
Did you, Elohim the creator, devise my life to experience and endure pain?
The strain upon my spirit loomed heavily
supreme, because of the glass smoke I consistently ingested.
Ultimately, there presented the dematerialization of my personalization.
So, according to those facts of life
it ceases me to promote any wonder of how my life has gestated my hatred
which was emboldened by the thieves of my seeds
prompted by a harbinger of toxic unifications – a devil sent to sever my loving patience.
Creator,
lo,
I gripe because my distress is great
the foundation – that night that my initial hero was slain
unbeknownst to I that night would become the prelude to my life’s testimony.
I have, since, stared into the eyes of men, who presumably, re-enacted my fate -
lonely
eternally heartbroken
so they rejected to engage human compassion
hermits
components of communities comprised of other outcasts
a kingdom of vast distances between denizens
bleak.
Creator, lo
I am soon to quiet my grievances.
I do appreciate that you awaken me and guide me into new days
but, I must ask, still,
why am I to persist in enduring a pain so pure?
Down there,
in the depths of my chest,
my heart contemplates fear and abandonment
my tears remain the testament of my citizenship
the captive of an emotional void composed of a morbidly horrendous uncertainty
they are poised to terminate and bury me.
Creator,
if I collapse of a broken heart before the eyes of them all,
will you carry me?
Yet,
also,
and still,
if I expire alone
my breath ceasing, in the absence of all,
in my solitude,
will you cover me?
Dec 27, 2024
Dec 27, 2024 at 12:52 PM UTC
Good morning
Ways open for us
Doors open for us
Mountains melt before us
Rivers part ways
Storms hold no sways
Why?
cos we're children of the most high
Above whom there is no one else
We're not afraid of the storms
Because we have the prince of peace in the boat
We just worry the boat won't hold if he doesn't wake up soon
But then, he can make us and all that's ours walk upon the waters,
Ride the storms as we would ride our boats
He owns the storm, he'll teach us to pilot it,
He'll give us a ship for the boat we lost
Make the hurricane the vessel that takes us to where we need to be
Anyways, it's win-win for us
Cos we have JESUS
Nov 21, 2024
Nov 21, 2024 at 4:17 AM UTC
They opened up my mind, saw what was inside
I no longer had a place to go
I tore apart my flesh and fled,
In a split second in time, I got lost in your tectonic breadth
It was their delusional minds making you bleed to death
Now your rifts and valleys,
your glaciers under your crest
your cracks where water reins
Your sighs within these magnificent gaps...
Flightless in your substance
I fall,
Rejoice like a moth in the flame
Aug 28, 2024
Aug 28, 2024 at 7:08 AM UTC
Across the burnt field
I carry my load
I pierce the smoky expanse
my energy flags
I yearn for rest
but the burden gets heavier
I am alone
and slog for both of us.
I converse with my mind:
“Please, a small spell
to float this flood
to higher ground.
Find an ounce of push,
then I can unravel.”
A midnight exhaustion overtakes me
I lay depleted
at wits end
I pray
a surrender
concede
abandon
my self
gaunt, frail, devoid.
Before sleep an appeal
to a power greater than me
deliver me from these ashes.
Feb 26, 2022
Feb 26, 2022 at 9:17 AM UTC
Yearning, longing, asking — earnestly, do I seek you
Unending, devastating — how long will this parched desert be my view?
This woundedness brings a thousand muffled cries,
chaotic, disturbing lies,
and even more haunting nights;
Nevertheless, I say to my soul, “Arise”,
For one day, you shall see deliverance in Christ.
Sep 8, 2021
Sep 8, 2021 at 5:51 AM UTC
Deliver me O Lord,
from the desires of my selfish mind.
Deliver me O Lord,
from the recklessness of my defiled heart.
Deliver me O Lord,
or I won’t survive.
Feb 25, 2021
Feb 25, 2021 at 4:22 PM UTC
For God So Loved the World
that He gave his one and only begotten son
For God so loved the World
that He saw our sins and didn’t call it “done”
For God so loved the world
that He sent a lamb to be grown for slaughter
For God so loved the world
and we chose to hate us… harder and harder
The Heaven rejoices, the night’s stars delight
The night runs gleefully in a bright satin light
The people around me, scurry with the customs.
The people around me, quaff honey and merry
The people around me, buried in delicatessens
The world reminiscing in carols with cake ‘n wine
But remember Christmas, not for its colour and pop
‘Tis the dawn of our deliverance by Love from atop
For God So Loved the World
that He gave his one and only begotten son
For God so loved the World,
that He paid a price in blood for us, bloodhounds
For God so loved the World,
and we chose to gracelessly trample our brothers
For God so loved the World.
and we chose to hate our kin, harder and harder.
Harder and harder.
Dec 24, 2020
Dec 24, 2020 at 2:45 PM UTC
Glum, chaotic musings
Dark clouds hovering in my mind
Torrential rains
Of pain
Anguish
My composure, weary floodgates
Ready to burst, crumble and fail
I'm lost inside the caverns
Of my soul.
And suddenly, a spark of deliverance!
As my fingers tap the keyboard
Nothing but clicking sounds.
Dec 15, 2020
Dec 15, 2020 at 9:25 PM UTC
The burdens I feel upon my knees
When the troubles I have impose
Is much too weighty to bear
To my God I must pray
God delivers me!
How light I feel
I fall down
But get
Up.
Jun 11, 2020
Jun 11, 2020 at 4:22 PM UTC
Joseph Preston Kirk Nov 2013
From yesterday to tomorrow and today we find our way
When my eyes can not see I will listen to her heart
When my soul begins to feel what hers cannot express
when my tongue is tied and can not speak
to what sometimes my arms might not be able to reach
when a loving embrace can not cut quite as deep
when the fire burns yet yet the path is steep
when direction has become a mystery and has no place
and time has forgotten everything but this place
when destiny calls but has been delayed
and life has left you feeling tricked or betrayed
when sadness has blinded you in distress
and everything seems as if it's a mess
when the troubles of the world have fallen upon your path
and wont let up till it leaves an aftermath
when our words are clouded and didnt quite come out right
and paradise is missing and were alone somewhere in this night
when fear has hidden what truth is already made known
and 2 souls carry what cannot be shown
It is then I will be reminded love withstands throughout any storm
because with a little rain everything is made clean taking its previous form
when passion rises and love withstands
sadness can never withhold from love's demands
and the beauty of for better or worse
isnt what some say is a blessing or a curse
the truth is that no matter what today might send
tomorrow were still lovers and together in the end
sometimes life might bring you flowers or maybe a memory of some forgotten discourse
but cast aside your fear and remember love is the strongest and most powerful awesome force
if today was tomorrow or even tomorrow was today
I might even know what it is I have to say
but since sometimes our words might not come until tomorrow and not today
Ill just love you in silence kneel down and pray
because the Lord already knows what we want to really say
'I love you baby and its all going to be OK"
Lets just chalk it up to one of those days.
Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 3:59 AM UTC
My stronger warrior soul is confused and lost
Longing to be free from the visit of unpleasant thoughts
For five years, I was a wanderer between the glorious light and the evil of darkness
Which seldom renders me adrift but often empty and frightened
I would only try to dismiss the spell, the fight
Then battle to find my soul and to restore my heart
At length, amidst these giant storms and misery
Never would my tongue reveal my real unutterable agony
But the memories of the past became too haunting, more violent
And now I’m at the edge of the dark and eternal uncertainty
For sometime, I continued to believe that the nightmare was gone
That my visions were blessed with joy, and my dreams were untroubled
Suddenly, I awoke with the same frightful dream as before
The devil visited me again in my hours of sleep
Where did he get his powers and permission to torture me?
I contemplated one more time and realized
I understood why I dread my dreary destiny
I have not completely forgiven the devil for what he has done to me
So now to release myself from the chain of pain
and suffering
I’m breaking free from the sweet revenge I daily seek
As I command my wings to flee from hell and whisper my forgiveness
I heard a hymn from my guardian angel’s melodic voice
A wonderful prayer for my deliverance
Jun 2, 2019
Jun 2, 2019 at 12:49 PM UTC
Thoughts of death,
Images of suicide;
In my head, do they reside.
I try to withdraw,
I try to escape;
But instead, my soul goes blank.
The enemy encamps me,
They want me so greatly;
But my Father, keeps me proficiently.
It's just for now,
For the hour is approaching;
The kingdom is at hand: my King is coming.
Be not afraid,
Ye children of God;
Our Father in heaven, is more than a god.
He suffered and died,
For you and for all;
Be not afraid, for Jesus won't fall.
May 17, 2019
May 17, 2019 at 3:10 PM UTC
"...because their deeds were evil."
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCCXXVIII)
Lo, coffee just ere dinner, talking thence
Of I forget what now, and that detail
In passing of yes, "him" I in betrayl
Still have a crush on--what is real? and, whence?
So, pull up Instagram, to close it hence--
To find me snookered past erm, midnight, frail
As aught excuse, and O! Thy Scriptures hail
Me til I'd rather hear Thee, LORD, for sense.
What have I done, that lies cavort in tour
And feign they've substance like the Serpent too
Long ere used to thus ****** in truth her
That he deceived, and Adam? What is new?
Thy mercies every morning. Save me, poor
As asking from these lies' morass, won't You?
29Mar19d
Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 4:23 PM UTC
It came from cloudless blue
No herald of its fall
Was served as heaven’s brew
To quench the thirst of all
To give to morn its dew
And cause to tiller’s prance
To wet dry ground anew
With peace, joy, song, and dance
A peace of spotless white
Urged warring halves to join
As weary eyes did sight
The gleam of nature’s coin
A joy of love’s consent
Burned bright from empty core
As ailing nose did scent
The rise of petrichor
A song to woe's distaste
From voice of grateful praise
As thirsting tongue did taste
The ale of favour's daze
A dance of festive tier
On soles of arid sores
As shutting ears did hear
The tune of Angels' scores
A comfort so surreal
Set last of five to race
As numbing nerves did feel
The warmth of wet embrace
It came from cloudless blue
As touch of God’s good hand
To bid fierce drought adieu
With child for barren land
Who looks not to years past
But thanks the Lord laid bare
Having found at long last
The one for whom to care
Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 9:15 PM UTC
There was once a drought that thundered through the land
It stormed from north to south sparing neither head nor hand
It came on the heels of may, to rob fields of their right
Giving hunger to day then taking respite from night
Sun came and moon thereafter, time and time again
Yet the skies yielded no answer to the outcry of men
‘Cause fortune did reject the farmer’s desperate plea
For sin of thankless neglect towards soil of sower’s glee
Clouds massed in mocking grey, winds whispered hopeful lies
Telling of a better day when we would hear the heavens’ cries
Such was the willful drought that ended harvest’s reign
Starving land of fruitful sprout till Mercy brought the rain
I should say no more of the gloom through days of old
But with words long withheld, tell of that which should be told.
Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 5:51 PM UTC
#*God draws out
the deepest, sharpest
most tormenting pain in us
brings it straight to the surface
with raw nerves and ugly roots exposed
then meets us right there in that exact place
with the tender, soothing, healing balm of His love*#
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 9:47 AM UTC