A Little Black Coal

A little black coal sitting upon God’s office desk basking under the Light of God writing down my thoughts and dreams wishing to be more than what I am God’s ink is black as obsidian His pen of an arch angel’s feather and as God goes about his work I pray to God and talk about my stories with Him of all of the adventures and desires that I wish to take on God would listen, through His Spirit He would speak but I wanted more of everything I didn’t know as a coal what it meant to be a diamond how my fantasy transformed into reality would be the pressures involved in the metamorphosis the lost and the change and transposition didn’t really grasp what it took to be a diamond yet I wanted to be more than what I was/am to know who I will become and be God picked me up and tossed me back into the world from his Sherlock Holmes like office to reality where with each pressure, my soul became more diamond than coal with each suffering, I shined more like a galaxy but I also felt impatient and wanted to be at the end already even though all of what I asked has yet to be Things were simple upon God’s Desk where I basked and dreamed in perfect harmony dreaming dreams that didn’t suffer from reality that didn’t clash with everything Everything has changed and I worry about cracks that could appear from all of the pressure and stresses and worries needing to deny myself to become this new version I asked for The emotions like fire devouring inside anger and frustration and madness where I’m conflicted and afflicted and wonder What is God up too… Evil thoughts would spring into mind like dandelion seeds from demons somehow finding me trying to claw their way inside Twisted thoughts that God has left me God has forsake me that nothing that I know is true trying to turn everything against me playing with my emotions taking advantage of my weaknesses exploiting truths into lies placed inside a maze of insanity How much more will I be able to go on and have self control throughout this new world that tries to pit me against The One that I Love: God I close my eyes where my faith blooms and grows in this secret garden of my soul where I can always trust that water will flow Breathing in and trusting God will get me through and hasn’t forsaken me...