A Living Rock-
no I am not merchandise
I'm not a tool a piece of furniture
I am awakened I am a thought
I am humanities process I am covered in filth and shame
I am dirty yet I remain
a flickering flame an encased rock
one of the breath of God a spark
from his mouth a tittle a flowing raindrop
from his heart I ference I am detained
I am a human being
though I am a vessel
A vase a pottery a clay full of the spirit of God
made whole born with a soul
I have fallen until the ground
and as I am broken
God removed me He puts the pieces back together
so I'm fine to be the chosen vessel
to be reconstructed to be learned a lesson
I am a blessing I am a stone
made of dirt and clay a rock
with the Breath of God in Me
I am shorn busted up put back together by my Father
I am not a slave nor was I made to be auctioned off
I cannot be bought I am not sold
I am made wonderfully made birth
kissed of God the breath that air of life
from his mouth flows through my nostrils
into my lungs as I become... a living Rock
8/21/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
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