NEW NEST
Before sun awakes,
she decorates sky as first guest,
unlike huge house of bricks,
she encamps in niggling nest.
Before lily pop mouth out of petals,
like queen she twerks in all weathers,
unlike pricy vehicles,
she wallows in faithful feathers.
Before our breakfast flog from kitchen to table,
she chunk up snaps of food over miles,
unlike we hang heavy bags to children as morning gift,
she brings to kids a wisp of smiles.
Before bells of temples ring,
she tweet and sing on domes,
unlike drafting shorelines to religion and race,
cities to cities a bird roams.
After the world sleeps,
thanks to thee she chants in lay,
unlike going to bed with flaws of today and plans of tomorrow,
she prays another adventurous day.
when storm of wind whisks her nest away,
home she tailored by bits without rest,
unlike giving up,
she gets in making new nest.
Life of me is what you'll see.
Darkness encamps my soul
Foul torture an never ending pain
surrounds the life I live.
Power an Rage comes from the
ones who was to love you,
but anger an hostility is all around.
Mommy says I was the biggest mistake,
Daddy gives harsh punishment in the night
Crying an Tears are not to be seen.
Beating an Lashes are always done
one by one.
Silent heartbeats flutter my chest
as I try an get some rest.
Praying tomorrow will never come
as I pretend to not be me.
The chains on my feet an hands
have become heavy to hold.
As this room is so very cold.
Dried up blood upon my face
as my heart begins to race.
I know what lies ahead for me today.
The screaming sadness invades me
Echoes of boundless despair
Snaking through my heart
Withdraws a thousand tears.
Defeat encamps within my eyes
When the embers of dreaded thoughts
Disarms swift my sturdy joy
In autumn's silence by the wavering sea.
I hate that rotten stench that lingers
The shattering dreams
The wreckage of deserted love
The stinking bitter wine of hate
The black shrouded whispers of foes
Storming through my life
With love's savage deceit.
The blistering days
By the shorelines of death
Drawing the first cold strands of grief.
I lay in the empty highways of hopelessness
Then the skies would descend
Choking my last strand of breath
On this weary loveless earth.
Like a dog I crawl
In moss and in the lifeless dirt
With discreet pain
Toiling through my veins.
When the quivering stars of night
Would break asunder!
The angels hover over you as you breath, as you sleep.
They rejoice over every breath you take as your lungs expand
with and expel the air. The window of Heaven is open as the angel
of the Lord encamps around His chosen.
None are more precious to Him than they... His Son asked His
Father if this flock could be His... His Father said yes, "but you realize
what this will mean."
Jesus told His Father, "but see, they are everything to Me also,
let this plan of their redemption and their salvation be because they
are worth everything to Me."
"Because You love them so much my one and only Son they are
Your inheritance, Your portion of all there is that you see. Whatever
is Mine is also Thine."
When His children are in that other state of being, when they are
in that other place they cannot ever look away from their Lord and King.
It is likened to a groom who has taken a wife.
The match of a lifetime where either spouse cannot look away,
both are apt to blush because of the forever eternal honeymoon
that they share.
That's why the Love of our lifetime is always by our side because
He is our groom and we the Church are His Bride.
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