OF POETIC PROSE AND RHYME IN TRYING TIMES

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OF POETIC PROSE AND RHYMES IN TRYING TIMES

I’m not whom

You may think 

I am

But am the who

That I am

And the coming

To being more

As the belly

Of my soul                                                  

Craves 

In hunger 

For divine

Wisdom

And guidance

Poured from

God’s overflowing

Cistern spilling

Out onto 

The dry sponge 

Of my soul

Awaiting hydration

Of awareness

And inspiration

To be likewise 

Squeezed out

Onto other 

Dehydrated sponges

Of spiritual souls 

Needing

Flowing prose

And wetting rhymes

Saturating healing grace

During all needed times:

Grief and despair

We’re not to harbor

For to do so

Is to jam-jar horror

Always remember

On the way

We go

Spiritually bound sailors 

Sailing waves

To the shores of life

Frothing away failed

Behaviors

So in keloid memory

Of this little prose

Flowing rhyme

From me

In every moment of 

A trying time

Keep this little flow

In mind 

And enjoy from

The Cistern above

Healing peace and love:-