Not Perfect Made Perfect

I have this pebble in my hand
I always loved those stone
and wish I'd collect millions of them
Keep them in my house
and bring them to life with beauty, acrylic and pattern

But lets imagine for a minute
Okay?
A pebble in my hand
A 'not perfect' pebble
Where do I aim this pebble (thinking)
That decision I can make
Where does the pebble land?
Fates decides
Gravity, velocity etc

My point is 
I have made a decision 
Aim at heaven
If this pebble lands wherever
that is entirely
not in my control

Dear pebble take me to eternity
I sit at my wooden door steps
outside my jungle themed castle
clothed with climbers flowers 
and I narrate to my Love
The best of stories
I bleed at His sight
and I see Him burn with concern and care
I am talking poetry and he basks

He not only knows this story
He not only wrote the story
He has lived through it
Its like a movie director
He can't act for some reasons
but he writes the stories
The script
And he relives it through each actor
each scene
Through their emotions

The best part is that, the director gets to give a preview
He gets to explain His impact,
Like where were you when I sat applying powder on my smelly feet
Or when I called on that night

Oh what about that night when I walked towards my father
When I walked towards those red acrylic letters
Where were you? what were you doing?
What was  is like for you?

Do you think that is the reason why the heaven blinds us

Do you think that is the reason I do not see my King

Cause one day, He will come and sit by the footsteps
And 
Relive those moments 
Sadness, pain, doubt, fear and blisssss

I cant wait to read concern in the eyes of my King
I cannot to read love and affection and brokenness
in fullness
Narrating an ordeal and get a
pure nod

Perfect.

Copyright © Lyn Ngesh | Year Posted 2019

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