no more confusion
you've come to a conclusion
to give God the pen
to let Him determine what'll be your end
exalt Him edify Him
give God the glory
as He continues
to write your life story
let His righteousness correct
address your issues and redirect
you on the path to now receive
all that He wants you to achieve
exalt Him edify Him
give God the glory
as He continues
to write your life story
you'll never envision all God can do
It's more then you'll ever conceive
the Author and Finisher of your faith
only requires that you believe
stop grabbing the pen
as this ain't no autobiography
God is writing your life story
and only He knows
what the ending will be
exalt Him edify Him
give God the glory
as He continues
to write your life story
let God correct
let God redirect
let Him determine the narrative
of each chapter
let God conclude what'll be
your happily ever after
exalt Him edify Him
give God the glory
as He continues
to write your life story
exalt Him edify Him
give God the glory
as He continues
to write your life story
Entering homes through a TV,
You only see what they want to be,
Creating a rift within society,
Dividing you from what you see,
Implanting programs Deceitfully,
Fully aware of how we are designed,
They fill your mind with lies,
Disguised as pleasure,
Their treasure is Toxic,
And you wonder why your sick,
Click through the channels,
There are panels discussing it,
Feeding you their bull while you sit,
So you will quit asking why,
Hoping soon you'll die,
Cycling back for another try,
Pried away from the others,
You're smothered in guilt,
From a problem they built,
Tilted and twisted,
You've always existed,
Resisting the urge to stand,
Under the command of technology,
Branded by those in control,
Knowing the role they assigned,
Mine was a tad bit different,
I'm an insistent little prick,
Kicking off my shoes,
Refusing to watch you loose,
So I use these words,
To redirect the herd.
Like an eye looking out through black and blue night.
Scintillating squint in Dead of Winter; looking through
Slat of the Midwinter blind. The Canadian waning of light.
I could have been listening to a sermon, sitting on a pew.
Caught the “deer in headlights,” before the eye closed.
It was like peeping through a hole of the universe; gold.
Tree branches spread out, as if fancy’s figment disclosed.
I’m open to chiaroscuro and the Creator’s diurnal hold.
Could have been an angel’s flashlight, looking for a fleck.
Perhaps where Heaven touches earth, that is so cold.
The wind twines with hymns and the flurries hit the deck.
A groom carries a splendiferous bride across the threshold.
God’s natural art emboldens impressions with constant sear.
The intensity both bold and minute embrace our existence.
Climatically they manifest, grab hold, redirect, and adhere.
Never ending dispersion of colors and seasonal coexistence.
Guilty Conscience
Spare my soul
Forgive my Spirit
Cleanse my mind
Redirect my thoughts
Rebuild my sense
Boost my motive
Energize my strength
Heaven isn't far away
Hell is always inbound
My eyes are hazy
My faith is wavy
The graveyard is ready
But my salvation is steady
Surviving_Pawn
Hear me out please, Lord, for to you I do pray.
I’ve lost my direction lately, will you point the way?
I’m trying to redirect myself as you asked me to.
Now I need your help, I am counting on you.
Should I sit here and wait for you, I don’t have a clue.
I need you to tell me, Father, the next thing I’m to do.
I’m laying here writing this, I’ve made you a room.
Looking for your guidance, hope to hear from you soon.
Your word says to believe, nothing’s impossible to you.
I struggle to accept that, I guess because I am new.
Will, you talk to my mind, do you someone to say.
Like, son, walk in that direction, and I’ll show you the way.
I’ll share this with others, who struggle just like me.
I want to make it easier, to help other believers to see. Expect a good outcome, is what I just heard you say.
Just stand on your living word, and I will find my way.
Don’t doubt, or deny you, and you’ll help me to win.
Because disbelief or doubt is one of man’s greatest sin.
I will repeat your word, that’s what Jesus would do.
And let you do the rest, I know you will come through.
Sometimes our best intentions
miss the impossible target-perfection
Sometimes our best efforts
leave us hopeless and contemplating defection
Sometimes our goal
of being everything to everybody
misses the target so that we feel
we give very little to anybody
Oftentimes we must stop
to refuel our bodies and our minds
so that when we are engaged in lifting up
we do not leave ourselves behind
Sometimes our best intentions
must be reexamined through the lens of gratitude
Sometimes our best efforts
must be weighed on the scales of self-affirming latitude
Sometimes we must pause
to just give ourselves and others grace
so that we empower our vision
to redefine the target for this race
Walking,
Strolling through,
Rolling hills,
Cliffs Keep Arising.
Diving in,
Climbing In the end,
To be better than my will.
A higher mentality,
Hiding in side of me.
So I can see the Truth,
Surrounding Duality.
Abiding within society,
Driving the Crazy,
Becoming Lazy,
The path Growing hazy.
Complacency has blatantly,
Robbed us of Energy.
The will to be,
As we Endlessly,
Repeat our history.
Can you See?
The Patterns,
Fallacies,
Created,
Keeping us Happy,
Entertained,
And Distracted.
Our youth being trained,
Framed forms,
Flowing to a Norm,
Attracted like a swarm,
To all the Usual STUFF.
Things cluttering The Place,
Crowding Personal space.
Erasing the Connection,
To Your Grace and Affection.
The Role you play,
When they have your attention.
Chasing away all who seek change,
So things remain the same,
To repeat this Game.
Let's Redirect our intellect,
And walk into change.
You should have seen the glare my neighbor gave me
I have heard this story many times
All of my being wants to know why she puts so much energy into this
It might not have been directed at her, but she wants to take it personally
I used to try to redirect her; I know now that would be futile.
Can you believe she looked at me like that? She demands.
I make an excuse, and get off the phone.
Wondering why she has so little in her life to talk about.
Glad that I have my hobbies, my husband and my dogs.
Is my dog glaring at me?
Neglect
Redirect
Truculent nature
Bellicose danger
Imperfect
Stranger
(How) could you?
I can feel u sinking
Over thinking
Thinking about drinking
Feeling hated
Colors faded
Whole worlds jaded
Fear of being rejected
Defeated, puzzle pieces all dissected
Stop, it's time to redirect it
Skies to the water, take a moment and reflect it
Remember your roots you aren't alone, we are all connected
Reignite the fire within, resurrect it
Your worth is priceless, don't neglect it
Destiny awaits for you to turn the page and select it
On the highway, traffic moves
Or not, at varied paces,
Crawling ‘til the road improves
Or fast, as if in races.
If cars and giant trucks may ride,
Then nerves might well be quaking,
For crazy drivers zip beside
With barely any braking.
Construction, oft a road trip bane,
Crops up when things are flowing,
With big equipment in the lane
Where cars must now be slowing.
If you’re lucky, GPS
Can redirect your driving,
Or, if not, you’ll feel the stress
For hours past arriving.
You paint me as the bad guy
Colored in flaws from head to toe
A priestess of dark magic
Inciting men to wrecking havoc
Though I'm not sure how this could be so
For if I've authored all the chaos
Why can't I redirect the show?
The idea that you're afraid of
Is that the fault falls part to you
You think burying your head
In the Ad Hominem
Can prevent the truth from being true
Though I might have empathized
Once upon a time
With the weakness of your mind
I've no patience left
For the toxicity of egos
Which causes innocents to wilt
You're all godd****d cowards
Who don't have the balls
To own up to your guilt
Diving into the quiet, I find myself
Standing still for just a moment
Open to all possibilities, dreams and hope
I never knew they were there
Possibilities exist for us all
We are unsure where to look
When you find it, you will know
There was always this place for us
Dreams belong to you and me
Yet we can follow ones that aren’t meant for us
They do not serve our path
We know when things don’t seem to fit
The direction is there
Give it time
It will show itself to you
We must be patient
Time belongs to us all
Close your eyes
Quiet your mind
Look inside
Don’t be afraid to search
Don’t be afraid to be wrong
Redirect your course
There you will find hope
I tune in to the channel coming forth & then
present what's coming through
A train of thoughts move like locomotives only
stopping for a few
From the ethers they descend like falling rain
precipitating flow from the sky
When they come all are drenched in declarations
bathing in the waters of divine
Surfing the annals of the mind can cause historical
waves to erect
Tsunamis destroy paradigms in a flash before
proceeding to redirect
By many it's seen as a disaster but viewed as a
blessing by a few
Sometimes we have to destroy to rebuild again &
make room for the new
Your ships may be docked for a spell but will sail
again when weather breaks
The will can be an unstoppable force to behold
moving like a train without its brakes
It's wet after clouds formed & quickly passed bringing
out the sun after the rain
Tears fell from the heavens to what's below washing
away the dirt & the pain
The eye in the sky sees all in one take illuminating
what's low from a higher place
Open channels flow with higher purpose seeking their
level & making waves in another space
I would move mountains for all the working mothers:
To untangle our communities and have someone see their true colors.
To stop mothers from carrying the brunt of communal dysfunction,
To guide a little cultural deconstruction,
To redirect the debilitating parental judgment,
To provide more support from the government,
To end the overstimulated etiquettes that have always been known,
To deconstruct those parenting standards we’ve outgrown,
To assist with the impossible parenting choices,
To hear these working mothers' voices.
To help homes stay financially viable,
To create childcare that is reliable,
To become a work-life balance advocate,
To build postpartum support that's adequate,
To support the countless and endless asks,
To end the pressure of the myriad of household tasks.
To stop being accustomed to survival mode.
It's time to start enjoying the motherly road,
Because the weight of being someone’s everything is as heavy as it is light,
Moving Mountains for them seems right.
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