...a random thought
leaves grooves,
a river bed
flooded with despair -
"what is the most important thing in the world?"
is it money?
that ungrateful bastard
flees as soon as you hold it.
Is it honour,
accolades?
Not even.
one mistake
into the dumpster.
Could it be -
not that -
could it be being remebered?
for a while perhaps
then the sandstorm comes and covers
the memories of you.
Then what?
Out of darkness a voice
thunders:
"It is love so real
it asks nothing in return,
no you will not burn.
It is love so honest
it keeps every promise,
It is love so precious
each drop must be savoured,
Yes believe,
Pure life giving love...
Tag: God's love
But For the Grace of God…
But For the Grace of God... But for the grace of God there go I... Broken I am not defeated no more I can speak of past disasters that remained untold. But for the grace of God I can stand after sitting in decay to the Light I prayed I said yes and was blessed for I could have been like the rest forgotten, downtrodden, but my weakness I confessed and by grace finished the test. Now I know, but for the grace of God there I go.
Convicted
Convicted I feel disturbed. No perturbed. And cannot get no peace. Even in this moment I seek some relief. I know I am not forsaken but somehow... but this bile rising cannot be mistaken for the bickle I had partaken. No. I feel the burden weighed down with guilt pricked in the heart I dear not fall asleep. Instead I must go forth to change this thing take out the sting so I can be forgiven.
Every Blooming Thing.
Every Blooming Thing. Every blooming thing is a treasure and all must grow and thrive nothing must be left below they must sway and dance day and night. Every blooming thing has beauty natural and not contrived spreading wide enough to gather all the bouncing shining lights. Every blooming thing must produce their talents must be used to give love and life and so be profuse. Every blooming thing must live so all their talents they can give to those weary beaten broken souls who need their fragrance to forgive!
Battle scars
Battle Scars Your battle scars say who you are. Have none? Then you have not learned a thing worth learning. Or perhaps, you try to hide them. Ashamed with a sense of disgrace that you were bested. Fear not, though your scars are alot they are your testimonies that you survived, they anoint your flesh reminding you of the tests that have made you your best in a world where sorrow obscures many a tomorrows. So wear them proudly, They your purple hearts.
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.
You Are Not My Enemy
You Are Not My Enemy I see you bleeding just like me In anguish you scream! Just like me. You too have dreams like me too. I see you in me and me in you. You are not my enemy and that is the key to restoring your humanity in me. The Darkness would have it not so it gives strive, hate and pain creates a wall and locks us into unbroken chains. But I see you and know this to be true You are not my enemy. Me and you, me and you? Our love can be heavenly.
ramblrWrites.com 