At times the words pour over me in a glaze of light
Floating in a spiral of particles that mesmerize
Alone they dance in a song of wonder
Until they come together and illuminate in meaning
As they spark into life, they curl into a whisper
Of moments lost and found
They burn in weakness and live again in bliss
Telling tales of my hand upon the glass
The battles that come
The ones left behind
Preparation born of scars
And His word
We seek and cry out
The flowers of need blossom within
Striking them away, they do not fly into the wind
Instead they flutter gently into a breastplate of petals
Waiting for my heart to process and accept
Sounds of choices made, resound as a hammer strike, taking me down into a folded agony
Thunder ringing within, a madness of regret
Weeping and grasping to escape the pain, moments of necessity
Wisdom is written in the book of life
Authors write books of love, spun of lies
Setting innocence on a path of fire
Pray the embers don’t consume the heart
I must escape to find the truth
Surrounded in a mad world, I will lift myself up again
A battle lost, a war to win
I am the water, split with the touch of light
One heart beating in fragility
The other pulsing with the drum of war
The light must learn to bend
I seek His word to find the way
Must life be accompanied by loss?
Is there not a dance of tender acceptance?
Binding the love within
Palm lightly touching palm until I embrace the journey
Squeezing my acceptance of tomorrow
And running into the wind
We go forth upon the path
Inevitable, it was a tango meant to live
A caressing fever of human weakness and resolve
A fall of tears brought me to life
God sent me a messenger with the mastery of light
I cannot help but embrace what I am meant to receive
With valor your march begins and I will rise
Droplets follow in my wake, I bring an army too
The darkness could not know the water would befriend the light
A tango of rapture, human and divine
The air dances around us in glorious tales plucked from passion
Water split will mend and flow in a flood to carry the song of life
Shame will live amidst glory, pain with love
In stillness, you will see your own reflection shining out
No regrets.
God has shown the way and allowed us to know we do not go alone
We enter in, to the battle of life.
Good will stand to face the gruesome force of evil
A roaring cry of battle will ring from within, this is His glory, His right
We stand together bringing the force of all God gives
Guiding the truth of His word, in water and light
You command an army of might
I shall throw light into the wind
Particles that form strands to heal and weave into a blanket of grace,
Spinning into the hearts of warriors, so they may begin again
You already know, the mastery
I understand, it is my pain and my love urging me to seek
Gashes of mistake, once wounds so shamefully hidden, are the masterpiece of understanding
You find patience in the moments of knowing and waiting to see the knowledge bloom
As a wise oak, standing in strength, doing a mighty task as burdensome as the wait
It must be a cipher of vision that strums through such a mind
Only one that might understand
The final answer worth the wait
We are allowed to flood the world with light and waters
Of passion and of duty, entwined in human emotion and divine grace
Wherever the path shall go, however fierce the battle, trust is the word that carries us to the end
Do not doubt the words that are yet to come
They tell our story and we’ll write them into the fibers of the world
-MindInspired
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