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APOSTOLIC CHALLENGE

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                        I know the mask you wear

                        is not you;

                        nor are the hilarious snorts,

                        silly giggles, and screams:

                        the real you—beautiful

                        soul—earlier reflected itself…

 

                        A mask can not reflect

                        what it is not—veiling

                        that which it can never be—

                        so I sit here in contemplation

                        of the task ahead

                        to bring back you—to bring

                        you back—from the influence

                        of the demon spirit

                        controlling and leading you

                        away from the true you…

                        leaving me tenaciously chasing

                        that phantom spirit

                        chasing you

                        trying to dissolve your grasp

                        of self—leaving a lost soul

                        in search of its navel beginning…

 

                        While the waters of time

                        may dissolve the crystals of pain,

                        the keloids of memory remain;

                        and though without limits,

                        time takes timed time

                        in its tic-tock melting…

 

                        Meanwhile, I sit here

                        beseeching the Sacred Power

                        to grant me divine wisdom

                        and guidance in the mission purpose;

 

 

                        a challenge faced with warrior hope

                        and the tenaciousness of valiant faith

                        that this cross too,

                        shall soon know the emptiness of inevitable

                        resurrection…

 

                        We are all of the family

                        of the bare cross—its healing spirit

                        forever with us—

                        if it were not so there’s no way

                        I would be sitting here

                        penning purpose preparation …

 

                        p.s.:  A wiser one literally wrote:

                         You only need to seek and

                         you shall find…

                         You only need to ask and

                        it shall be given…

                        You only need to knock and

                        the door shall be opened…

OF APOSTOLIC CHALLENGE I know the mask you wear is not you; nor are the hilarious snorts, silly giggles, and screams: the real you—beautiful soul—earlier reflected itself… A mask can not reflect what it is not—veiling that which it can never be— so I sit here in contemplation of the task ahead to bring back you—to bring you back—from the influence of the demon spirit controlling and leading you away from the true you… leaving me tenaciously chasing that phantom spirit chasing you trying to dissolve your grasp of self—leaving a lost soul in search of its navel beginning… While the waters of time may dissolve the crystals of pain, the keloids of memory remain; and though without limits, time takes timed time in its tic-tock melting… Meanwhile, I sit here beseeching the Sacred Power to grant me divine wisdom and guidance in the mission purpose; a challenge faced with warrior hope and the tenaciousness of valiant faith that this cross too, shall soon know the emptiness of inevitable resurrection… We are all of the family of the bare cross—its healing spirit forever with us— if it were not so there’s no way I would be sitting here penning purpose preparation … p.s.: A wiser one literally wrote: You only need to seek and you shall find… You only need to ask and it shall be given… You only need to knock and the door shall be opened…

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