Children of the Day For you are all children of light children of the day you cannot be swayed by what they have to say. Though they revel in your temporary dismay you are not delayed unjustly, but the evil ways they choose will lead them astray. Within you no dark places no unbroken spaces to let the darkness in. So shine in every corner your light that sustains the beauty of the day.
Tag: seeing the light
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!
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.
Friend Or Foe?
Friend Or Foe? Taught in school the golden rule can make fools slaves to foolish truths guided in chains from medusa's head we are told let yourselves be led so someday you can lead the brain- dead whose souls have been sucked in to vault of progress. But we were never told that someday too we would find a tomb just for us like those we once led. Friend or foe who goes there we will never know because we only see what we were told and are blinded by the truth. Shall we call for the Light even at this late night, one more time, and pray for us it will come through?
ALways You
Always You You were always you even when you wore other faces not of you. Even when you were confused even when you were used and abused you were always you. Even if you never knew from time to time especially because you were bruised blacked and blued until you lacked insight But you You were always within God's sight and if you just hold on He will gaurd the you He made with all His might
Grow Into Yourself
Grow Into Yourself. It burns! Like hell sulfur. Limbs torn assunder. With each blunder guilt knifes me. Blood corrupted springs free to flow into a sea of redemption. Can I grow into me? Can I be free? Guilt a strict taskmaster. Too stern to cuddle a wayward child like me. Fire now tears into my flesh. Is this how it feels to grow?
Shame of Pride
Shame of Pride
I hang my head in shame
a shame milady.
Beaten by the truth.
Pride.
The deadlest of all sins.
Hubris leads me to my nemesis.
No it's not a good thing
I now fear looking within
my very soul is in the balance
waiting at the gallows.
I must pull it back
and cage this monster that sits atop my head.
Who is greater than God?
No man!
Today I will learn
that i am not.
To think otherwise
will set you down low.
Instead I must cling to my shipwrecked raft
drifting
praying to be saved.
I must be saved from drowining.
I have not choice
with Pride I carry the shame of Icarus.
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