In the Middle of the Night
I woke up in the middle of the night with tears running from my eyes. I woke up in the middle of the night because my spirit cries
It is not the tear that falls when I am lonely; it is not the tear that fall when I am angry, it is that tear that falls when night is speeding up in front of me and my spirit is yearning for solace.
The night with its three quarter moon positioned in the sky and stars larger than man parachuting from up high, and the sounds of barking dogs echoing from afar is messing with my sleep. I am not in a room neither am I in the bed. I am in a makeshift place that I have found to lay my head.
My spirit is searching way out in the deep for something that I really need, and the night bearing its bosom in the stream reveals the letter that is written on my heart. It is not the type of letter that is written every day, but it is the letter that you read when you are getting ready to go away. And here I am in the middle of the night writing it verse by verse.
The highest God that stretches over all dimension
The one who controls the unseen universe
The one who stirs the soul of man
And cause controversy on the land
The one whose power supersedes all other powers
And will one day set the world in order here I am tonight
Asking you what for when the dumb refuse to speak
For what when the blind decline to see
For what when corruption hang in the balance
I am asking you once more what for?
Your power is all in one, and it can engulf the entire earth
It is not a man-made power that man-kind boast about
Not the power that they conjures up from the spirits of dead
That the Pentecost church people use to attack your head
It is not the power that they use and cover up their crime
It is not the power that echoes from the barrel of the gun
Neither is it the powers that ascend on the wings of a dove
Missiles, atomic bomb, or chemical weapon
It is the power that you have not heard of
It is the power that you have not read about
It is a power that will take you by surprise
and mystify your mind, it will descend
From East to West and from North to south,
And it will send the universe scrambling about
And if your mind is weak you will perish in the deep
some will be redeemed and others will have to flee
God here I am lying in this empty space,
With my hands and my eyes raised up to thee
My spirit is still alive but I am feeling wounded inside
It is a wound that makes you cry at nights, it is a wound
That is filled with joy and pride when you know that heaven is riding by your side, no one can understand it but heaven knows that I am feeling it.
It is the type of wound that you get when the hypocrite are
Choking you and nocturnal bats are flying around in the dark. It is hard to explain, and it is hard to understand the circumstances that have me running day and night around the land, it sets my heart on fire and it unravel my innate desire and when the true story is finally told, I will be very bold and send a copy of it to you before I grow old. It is not their story it is my story and everybody else is secondary.
You are there but I am here. I am caught up in the middle of it
And my hand is covering the dish, destiny has proven to be true
The night will soon be over when I will meet face to face with you.
If someone had told me what everything was about, I would have understand but you have walked in and take control over my life and you have captivate the people’s mind with all form of device.
Without fully explaining the circumstances, and the consequences I see everyone hiding and whispering and believing some fake old story that devil has been spreading, they are walking around with their heads in the air holding on to something that is not theirs, but their mind is weak their body is cheap ,and it makes my spirit weeps. There is no instruction, no explanation and something bigger than you is controlling you.
Only if someone could explain what is going on I would have known exactly what to do and my long awaited dreams would have come through but you keep the drama going, and my spirit keeps soaring.
It has been an age old battle filled with external trouble
An old woman whose age is not right was resurrected from the dead in the middle of the night and has been given orders to
To behave haphazardly to make me unhappy. Today they are quiet and tomorrow they are trouble, and the personality shift keeps going around and it appears as if they are body double. What do I have to do with their personality change that keeps moving around from town to town and from home to home? I still cannot make any sense of all of this, but something doesn't fits and I just want to be far away from it .
But here I am on the bare matrass that is laid out on the ground, and my mind is spinning all over the town. I scaled over landscape and move over high-rise buildings, and commune with the moving sky. The lights above flickered all over the earth, while mankind
in their deepest sleep sprawl over the street with mouth close
and their spirits dancing about.
I have seen them in the rum bar and the whore house getting laid and their bodies littering the floor oh what an awful sight to experience in the middle of the night. And the sorcerer in the den with his magic cook book stirring up a new recipe to hurt my friends and family. He has a long list of names that he calls out as he stirs the boiling pot in the vicious game.
I have seen the unfaithful husband cheating on his wife and
two lovers lock close in an apartment building that is full of doubt
And the yellow cab keeps dropping off, and picking up new passengers. I which if I could understand it all, the mix the, bliss and the terrible fits.
It has been seven months and ten days since I have been in town and my spirit has recovered from numerous blows. I have been standing here for seven months and ten days with empty stomach and empty pockets and empty purse .I have tried to make the best of it, and I have tried to run away from it. But destiny has me waiting and my spirit is breaking. Every day I wait, they tell me the next day and when the next day comes they tell me the next week. Everything keeps extending from week to week and how much it makes my spirit weeps.
No kind words, no encouragement and just me alone lying on the ground in the middle of the night paying a terrible sacrifice. You must come and take me away from this place destiny is barking at my door, I am already packed and ready to go take me with you before I am drowned in this terrible show. .
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2020
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