In Pursuit In pursuit I chased but In got disengaged from the ordering of my mind. I looked for a sign it did not come so my sign I made But ended up dismayed When my sign led to a dead end. I ran and ran then ran some more to find a home secure but instead I ran through an open door and ended up on a desolate moore! Then from the corner of my eye now here's my sign though I but look here it was a big black fly! So now I roam far from home my pursuit now quite noisome.
Tag: finding purpose
You Need God.
You Need God. Simple things matter. Trees give oxygen they need nutrients water and sun. Birds fly in the air they have no fear but they need nectar, water and somewhere to stay. Fish need oxygen to shelter from the storm but to keep their lives afloat they must breath outside a boat. But people, need more than food, oxygen and air, to feed their very soul they need a kiss from heaven. To truly stetch, strive and survive they need God in their lives.
Never Too Much
Never Too Much You can never have too much Patience. Can you? You can never tire of love? Will you? You can never get sick of peace Grow frustrated by it? You can never be too kind. Throw up at the thought of it? Have too much self-control. Can it make you sick? You can never have too much of the good things. and the good things can revive you like a living spring.
Handcuffed by the Past
Handcuffed by the Past How could you think we would forget? You sinned have a fatal flaw broke all laws and now your daring gives us pause. You want to be forgiven redeemed and released but we will keep you imprisoned in our negativity. We will keep you in your place remember your disgrace no second chances with you ut us a cold case. We may not be God with no right to punish but by god! We wont let you flourish!
Fatigue
Yep this sums up exactly how I am feeling right now. When I get up in the morning and want to go immediately back to sleep. Then even worse, spending the entire day trying not to fall asleep, because if you do, you know you will spend the nigh tossing and turning and wondering and regretting. So for now I am tired of being tired, but what to do?
I have also been the one to find every reason why I am so tired. I self-diagnosed vitamin deficiency, boredom, stress, a lack of motivation to do anything productive and currently, chronic fatigue. The last one I had to look up, and I still am not sure how to explain it to myself much less someone else. However, I was told this about two years ago by my doctor at the time, so I guess I can still use it.
The point is, I am tired and I don’t know what to do about it. Maybe if I get out more – wait, okay let’s rethink that, or not. OR, let’s just give in and laze about all day everyday, until another sensation stings me and I am surprised into wakefulness. Let’s hope. Maybe if I think about the consequence of being this tired, it will act like cold water and shake me out of my stupor…….no nothing.
Oh well, so I guess I will have to take each day as it comes, until something excites me enough to get my blood pumping my heart racing and my eyes wide open.
Song in My Heart
Song in My Heart So faint and distant it comes from a ghostly realm where dreams go to die and are no more. It beats out of step behind a moldy door left to fester and perish no oxygen given a place where no hope liveth. But the song the song is in my heart covered under all the cobwebs have almost pushed it out into the cold... Then sings my soul... The song hangs on clings to the last thread of stubborn will. Or maybe a Spirit? But I must bring forth this song. Oh the song! From generational curses I must unearth this song. Oh the song! From death and hate I must dig up the song. Oh the song! The song the song! It refuses to die. It changes shape and space but it remains the same. A symphony of strange sounds proclaims its immortality. It rushes out from the dark places, requires me to sing victory. Because this song will never die neither will I. It is perfect it is true it is faithful All this also I must be too. I must find my new yellow brick road to claim my song. Lost to me But never forgotten, stolen but able to be restored. My song- only I can sing it - the right way. Oh the song!
Break All the Narratives
Break All the Narratives Before you can break those chains that cling lovingly break all those narratives. All those time you would be confused wondering why things just could not turn out right. Why the curse had followed you from Eve's womb. Stories told of you to you about you but never by you. stories which condemned you before you even tried. They sought to bury in the petrid soil of hopelessness - where you were told you belonged. Never your story never you. it does not matter. It does not matter that you had to claw your way up. That at your slow progress you shed all your feathers. It does not matter that two turned three and three five and five seven - perfect score. You have changed the narrative. Replaced the broken empty vessel to carry all the wisdom you need to carry the water that restores. When no one can help you it is okay. Okay to walk alone okay to say goodbye to all that would entrap you. It is okay to stop listening to the stories that do not define. Okay to stop telling them as if they were family heirlooms. It is okay to forge a new story - one where you are the director and writer producer and teller. to finally break free from the web of the lies you were told to be.
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