Jesus
The way..' Which way? Shown them; us.. One life.'
In a world containing many angles.
Having doubt as downtime probes in' faces observe,
Backs hold awareness yet in turning; still.' A Simile of watching is'
Despite my protests I must so re-visit, gather of broken desires
Of intention within, around I survey, listening to the disquiet of souls..
As my mind ponders.. Love, It alone makes sense, not a tawdry love.'
Not a copy love; pressed on us by media, neither love of slander again
A promoted devaluation.'
A way exists.' not manufactured from the foibles of human emotion..
Neither an offshoot from its scheming; or the wellspring of deceit,
Open as eternity, to those who truly seek; call out now in the tumult'
Or silence, before the grave is opened.. That shadow of a 'black hole'
Hell has its mirror image, do not be fooled.' Yet the creator has made redemption'
All exists..' The good and the evil, 'look' I lay a blessing and a curse before you'
Choose that which you desire.!
Copyright © Joe Maverick | Year Posted 2016
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