Grace
Once I was whole.
Not a thought or idea,
but belief,
as true as each and every blue sky
I have seen or burning sun I have felt warming my skin.
Held it close to my breast for one it should save me from the knife.
Without this knowledge,
I would disappear.
Purpose would evaporate like dew in a warming dawn.
Belief has been reduced to notion,
notion to possibility,
which soon could be nothing more than a memory in the hardening heart and mind.
Emptiness fills it's own void,
talking circles around those days of lazy fantasy.
Ego must be destroyed,
bit by bit,
inch by inch,
when truth is undressed,
standing naked before God.
Have been blinded by clarity so here instead,
I sit and wonder at lost moments fixating upon an a fragment of a dream.
Absolute zero,
I do welcome it.
God makes me whole with no effort.
I see with abundance having never opened my eyes.
The blanket of pain,
false pride,
empty joy,
which I leave behind as He carries me forward.
I take jack hammers to the ego,
pride,
anger,
lust,
love,
happiness,
sorrow,
pain,
selfishness,
despair,
dependency,
and joy.
Yet there remains seeds that catch growth like a wild fire, turning into mountains of my forgotten dirt.
God,
in his gentle wisdom and loving touch sweeps gradually,
striking with precision as I send armies of the lost and dumb.
Waking to a soft,
loving voice that I do not recognize,
yet find deep comfort within.
Often,
panic overides the senses finding itself alone and dying when I fail to bite down and dig in.
As God allows,
I can see beyond the clouds and sharp,
crackling bolts of lightening.
In this vision,
my mind strokes deep into the storm,
breaking free from the perceived glamor of safety.
Storms pass,
leaving in their wake a trail of destruction as well as growth so lush and inviting.
Desperate for our attention.
Gently intoxicating the spirit,
body,
and mind back to life.
By the Grace of God go the buffalo, so too shall I.
Not a thought or idea,
but belief,
as true as each and every blue sky
I have seen or burning sun I have felt warming my skin.
Held it close to my breast for one it should save me from the knife.
Without this knowledge,
I would disappear.
Purpose would evaporate like dew in a warming dawn.
Belief has been reduced to notion,
notion to possibility,
which soon could be nothing more than a memory in the hardening heart and mind.
Emptiness fills it's own void,
talking circles around those days of lazy fantasy.
Ego must be destroyed,
bit by bit,
inch by inch,
when truth is undressed,
standing naked before God.
Have been blinded by clarity so here instead,
I sit and wonder at lost moments fixating upon an a fragment of a dream.
Absolute zero,
I do welcome it.
God makes me whole with no effort.
I see with abundance having never opened my eyes.
The blanket of pain,
false pride,
empty joy,
which I leave behind as He carries me forward.
I take jack hammers to the ego,
pride,
anger,
lust,
love,
happiness,
sorrow,
pain,
selfishness,
despair,
dependency,
and joy.
Yet there remains seeds that catch growth like a wild fire, turning into mountains of my forgotten dirt.
God,
in his gentle wisdom and loving touch sweeps gradually,
striking with precision as I send armies of the lost and dumb.
Waking to a soft,
loving voice that I do not recognize,
yet find deep comfort within.
Often,
panic overides the senses finding itself alone and dying when I fail to bite down and dig in.
As God allows,
I can see beyond the clouds and sharp,
crackling bolts of lightening.
In this vision,
my mind strokes deep into the storm,
breaking free from the perceived glamor of safety.
Storms pass,
leaving in their wake a trail of destruction as well as growth so lush and inviting.
Desperate for our attention.
Gently intoxicating the spirit,
body,
and mind back to life.
By the Grace of God go the buffalo, so too shall I.