"gurgitate" poems
Rotten rotten wood is much more black than it is brown.
Ridden of a schooner made of hell and wiccan bells.
Ringing in my shower was fire made of taxes and wet wax.
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Jan 16, 2019 at 9:44 PM UTC
He is in her midst!
Fire all around her,
Glory wild and mighty
Power stream through love.
She will not be moved.
His Gift remains
She woke up just in time
Listened to understand,
instead of speak and gurgitate
Like a tree next to a river,
leaves that heals the nations.
Words of power not from this world
Fire from her mouth,
words placed to prophecy!
Obedience a sign of love
it keeps her safe and cloaked with that
Things are never quite as they seem
but trust, respect and honor
they stood tall for Him.
Finally she picks up her weapon, armed
on day 24, when Gabriel declared:
she is loved, and Mikhael there.
Peace in the midst of war
Liquid gold flows from the throne room floor!
copyright CD Laine apr2015
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 3:05 PM UTC