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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required His was, A kiss of promise A kiss of challenge A kiss of power And a kiss of doom Where our lips had met He was a threat, a strident peril And yet a strange safety, To which I held such visions To which I held daring possibilities And I knew that the Lord had seen such a deed And I wept all the night For His light must endure My voice, weak from nightmarish dreams, Spoke in the indemnity of morning, “If I am to fail you, Lord… If I have failed you…” And I could speak no more, For such emotion had overtaken me— That I could even think willingly to fail Him! Willingly….wontedly….the Devil was onto something He was onto my decree, my embodiment of altering truth And yet his kiss the day before silenced my disconsolation I was empowered by such a kiss My mind crooned, Miles of love in our embrace Enamored, confused… I couldn’t bear it I couldn’t look him in the eye This life… soured and torn destiny before me, I had chosen my life Needing God And wanting the Devil I could not bear to think I would never again return In my place beside Christ and His children That I would lose my home in light To indulge in servitude to his dark purpose Yet had I not kissed those lips willingly? Had I given up everything in that one moment? And how could I betray Him? Out of sheer love alone? I could not dream of facing Him again Looking into His fierce eyes… I was surely not clear from evil’s sway As the messengers on high are away The ones I have relied on for guidance No witnesses in such a naturally inevitable moment, Save the Lord who sees all And the demons, their whisperings in their binds Yes, such moments are spoken of to no end And to innumerable measurements of fringy truths And inheritable fabrications that grow day to day So shocking are such tales when they are released Shall be known to every wind And every current, The ocean will swell in knowing The earth itself will gasp in remembrance Of the sacred spot in the Prison of Plot Where the Devil had kissed my lips To touch light and cast a shadow upon it It was indeed, a spot, a moment to be remembered I could see it God Almighty noting the hour, the moment, the spark Of our spirited free wills Of our desirous union His test had given me that His test I had destroyed “You have failed no one, No one, yet you have risen above the waters To join in my want To rest in your will” Behind me, solemn, no pride in his voice, A song, he was singing, And I turned around My eyes closed tightly And in his arms we sang, “Time, want and will bring us together Trembling tears have been commended Rest in my arms this day forever, Forever, forever! To discover contrasted hearts Contented” “Look into my eyes,” He whispered. “Be not afraid of failure Be hopeful, and be deliberate Be not ashamed, My love, Can you see you cry not alone? Cry joy with me Be pleased, honored I will be with you You have not chosen yet But whatever choice you make Victory or defeat, I will be with you You will keep me in your heart I will be the oil to your lamp And she will pave your way Enviously… Enviously! Take me over, my dream Empowerment, blessing Take me over, See what I will solely expose to you! Drink them Keep them They are yours…now, Look into my eyes…” I opened mine, tears spilling down my face Into his wettened eyes He was freely weeping, His chest heaving in and out These were moments of sacred rest Sacred release He noticed my tears run heavier, And glowering playfully, He pressed his finger on my quivering lips to wipe What had fallen there I stared into his wet world Overcome with answers
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