The Power of the Tongue Words thrown carelessly across the front page cut so deeply it reaches vital veins. Puffed up arrogance can only relate in disdain. You grow tall or short depending on the blessing or curse uttered flippantly to your face. Words can hurt words can kill. She spews her truth god complex her words digs her own grave her power made impotent by falsehood uttered in a rage of hurt and torment. Words can hurt words can kill. I fight the battle uphill to reach my way to the top so that I can grab and come back with the words that will combat those sharp knives uttered outside the vortex of time. Words can hurt words can kill Sticks and stone can break your bones but words cut much deeper. They rob your soul of joy untold and makes a rich life so much cheaper. Words can hurt words can kill. Or do they just kill?
Category: self-care
On Being Saved
On Being Saved I got baptized at nineteen But God is just now saving me. The water that fateful day did not clense me but hard won sorrow like a river washes away the dirt and decay. I stepped on the world stage almost drowned but God pulled me back by my kinky hairs and counted each strand to make sure they were still there. Now I must come correct. I really tried to be perfect, but with each stroke a piece broke and the wood had to be refashioned. Pillaged by too much Arrogance left half dead by the way side I now wear the cloak of humility. Nineteen years, I was wet behind the ears, now I am driven by a burning Holy fire. Disrobed , Transformed, I stand changed by my perfet imperfections.
The Value of a Seed
The Value of a Seed Look in my hand, what you see is a seed. This seed I hold though must be freed to live in its potential. This seed, will become a tree that will one day bear fruits and those fruits too will also have seeds - potential trees, if only you can see more than what is before you if only you can see not what is but what could be. Now it is tiny and useless it seems hard and of little significance even. But if you plant and water it, this seed will exceed even your vision of what it can be.
The Coconut
The Coconut Like manna it fell a fruit offered in perfect love fit to feed the multitude sent from above. Living water to quench the driest of throat. It flowed plentifully cracked just so so I may go and get its life essence to relieve the distress of my soul. As the clear, pure, sweet water slide down it left a permanent trail of such comfort that now I can exhale receive many blessings only each sip can unfold.
Choose Your Character
Choose Your Character No author to write you in or playwright to make you shine or dim you can choose who you are from deep within. You are your author, playwright and poet you know your love language and the code only you and only you knowest. In each chapter you choose your setting VIP or the popular stand only you can navigate either one and decide who else will go along the stands. The scenes may change Living eating resting rejuvenating your Garden lands. There you control the temperature lighting, props and how the seasons arrange. You are a literary craftsman and your life is your masterpiece so with it you must engage,
Control: What You Do
Control: What You Do Can you shape the universe with the thoughts of your mind bend shapes out of shape and suspend time? Can you make the clouds burst forth their tears and wash away all those wasted years? Can you see beyond your tomorrows make the future bright and sing sweetlullabyes that will let you wake up in light? Can you forget those steps that took you to hell that made it necessary for you to reprent? Can you can you change your world by taking this bittersweet land and mould them with your hands?
From A Quiet Place
From A Quiet Place From a quiet place discern and learn process and unlearn stop pleasing start leading never be led. The enemy is in your head you must vanquish it there then without fear leap from that quiet place and brandish your Atlantis Spear.
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