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The Messenger
Messenger
It rained on the day I stood up to my calling
The sun was so happy
The moon was full at night
There was a lot of beautiful stars
The air was dancing to nature
The trees was waving with it happy leaf's
All Proving the transformation of my soul
only because I stepped out of my fears
The light was not missing to bless this day
The seed of my soul received life
Automatically freedom became my gift
My eyes saw the truth
Ever since this encounter
I became an instrument of nature
A living lion among the sheeps
I became the true son of nature
I understood the zero game of life
And now I could send the messages of God
Through the blue pen down to the white paper like a natural
Messenger
Messenger
I can't say it the way you love it
The truth doesn't please no one
It only can be better to accept
Once you are pure
They say no one is perfect
But at least we can say the truth
We could define our reality with the art of freedom
We can call and see if there will be an answer
We can sing we can write
We can speak we can show
We can be what and who we are
So take me as I am my friends
I can't write it how you want
I don't want to be perfect
I must not be the best poetic soul
To deliver the songs of my soul
I told you it rained the day I stood up
To my calling
So I don't expect acceptance
As long as God loves my soul
I will gladly be a natural
Messenger
Copyright ©
Richard Nnoli
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