Germinating seed in the desert shoots
Wind dispersed the grain as oasis fruit,
And sap nourishes the root.
Water makes a taproot grow strong,
Splits the bud, breaks the husk all along
Shoots stem and petals to where they belong.
The seed sprouts above
With a blooming love
Shining through the grove.
The root deepens,
The grain steepens,
Raindrops weaken
The bright petals
And the seed endures and settles.
Darkness
That's all I feel and see,
The silence, engulfing me,
Fully devouring me.
Being alone, blinded by the abyss,
Hearing nothing but my self..
I can't help but think what I've been wasting all this time.
I don't even know what I like
Nor who I am.
The reflection in the mirror stays the same.
A black unrecognizable figure..
parched lands smite green lawns
scorched pine needles waft warm breeze...
sunflowers bow down~~~
here's my thirsty soul
Lord, suffice me, and smite
dryness for life's glow.
*John 7:37 In the last day, that great day] of the feast, Jesus stood and cried, saying, If any man thirst, let him come unto me, and drink.
April 4, 2023
Edited on April 30, 2023
Awaiting rain pours
Arid lands seek God's goodness*
Alarmed midst warm breeze
Ailing for green grass carpet
Aim now for harvest venture.
*Psalm 52:1 … The goodness of God endureth continually.
Layers of dust gathered
Resulting from
One's laziness
Windiness of the day
Dryess of the weather
Pollution from heavy traffic
But
Dust gathered beneath your feet
Resembles you
When that day come
You're burnt to ashes
In a big inferno
What matters is not the tears you shed
It is what you have learned from shedding those tears
Is it the pain you had to endure
Is it the endurance acquired from the pain
Is it the pain itself
Makes you sit and listen
What matters is not the emotions you feel
It is what you have learned from experiencing those emotions
Is it the feeling you have felt
Is it the feeling that was never expressed
Is it the experience itself
Makes you find yourself
What matters is not the people around you
It is what you have learned from being surrounded by them
Is it the environment that modifies who you are
Is it the affection you require
Is it the person itself
Makes you distinguishes who cares
casting waters
dryness fills my mouth
arms strewth out on a cross
I shall live
dryness fills my mouth
why? I'm forgiven
pleaded with Jesus He has freed us
dryness fills my mouth
arms strewth out on a cross
1/13/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
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