The moon desires To loan your glow in August nights
Don't say; “i am a waste experiment”
The Lillies will swap places with you
Don't say; “my hope has departed into thin air and my life sits at the edge of hades”
The stump on wild wilderness will laugh uncontrollably, because
You've believed in a lie, That you are a waste of space
like a flint, lift up Your souls seeing eyes, Beyond these boulders
A new season is hidden within Your blind spots
PHANERŌO | Make Manifest | 🔺
Job 14:7-9 New King James Version 7 “For there is hope for a tree, If it is cut down, that it will sprout again, And that its tender shoots will not cease. 8 Though its root may grow old in the earth, And its stump may die in the ground, 9 Yet at the scent of water it will bud And bring forth branches like a plant
There was a mother who never knew love from no one.
Not even her own household.
Daily, she will drive to the cemetery,
cursing the graves of her parents,
for bringing her to a dark world;
living with ungrateful souls.
They fed her with sour grapes
Until her teethe was set on edge
She bite life without passion
Consumed with blurry questions
And the labors of her soul
Where is my reward?
Where is my honor?
Does love exist?
She danced in the dark rain
Wet with unanswerable questions;
Beating under her lungs like an
Maybe, one day I will find love
Maybe, one day love will find me
Whichever way it happens—
Love must find a way through this
Frangible, weary, temple of mine;
Dancing with me to the altar of freedom
Sadly, she never found love
Love never found her
Cause her hurt was so deep, wide,
And high than the walls of Jericho
Ah, we go to cemeteries;
showering silver tears upon graves;
Wanting to hold and hug the dead
But the living is forgotten and not appreciated
Sometimes, we wait till they’re gone
To the other side of life, before we
To all WOMEN, who feel downcast within —
I sent my love to you,
My wings i share with you –
To give you the momentum to rise
Rising unto another day
Another beautiful day
Filled with the fragrance Of Eden’s Roses
Happy Mother’s Day ❤
NB: I wrote this prose poetry on Mothers Day (5/8/16)
Dedicated to all mothers who for some reason, been
broken by the unappreciative spirit of the ungrateful.
There are countless women around the world, who are
dealing with unexplainable pain – feeling lost and
neglect by society. I pray that God with baptize your
soul with His uncommon love to overcome the emptiness
within. You’re one beautiful strong woman – don’t give
up to the afflictions of life. God, even your God will
keep you from falling from the edge of insanity. Amen!