As I awake each morning, it’s a new day, for me to learn,
as I walk through the fires, my soul does not get burned.
I am no longer, the man, I use to be,
for as I rise daily, the fires now strengthen me.
The trials and tribulations, of this day, that I must face,
going through the refiners fire, I am saved in Mercy and Grace.
In the truths that He has shown me, as I walk in this light,
I’m guided by His Spirit, to be that which is right.
For, He’s an ever consuming Fire, burning off all my chaff,
allowing me to join in, with the Angels, a Holy laugh.
For things are not as though, they appear to be,
once I was blind, to these things, but now I can see.
I now seek those Spiritual things,
which keeps me from, these deadly stings.
Giving love for hate, peace for strife, I turn myself around,
I begin walking, in the truth, that I have found.
Led by His Spirit, the Truth, becomes my stand,
and when I touch the darkness, my fire’s, now get fanned.
I take the Mercy and Grace God bestowed in me,
and now I pass it out, to others you see.
With His forgiveness and his saving Grace,
I was redeemed from my darkened place.
With a love greater than yours or mine,
through the refiners fire, a darkened heart refined.
Oh the love He has, just for you and me,
with that love, through us, he sets His children free.
We are to be the visible, side of God, here as we live,
those who need love, forgiveness, and understanding, to them we are to give.
For as He is, so are we in this world, you see,
the visible side of God, we are suppose to be.
Freely giving out, what God has done inside,
with love, understanding, as in the truth we abide.
Like sheep, we are led to the slaughter each day,
as we walk in Gods love, overcoming the evil way.
It’s hard to love and to forgive, with every breath we take,
it’s even harder, when we live a life thats fake.
To live, to love, to laugh, we all desire these things,
but to behold the beauty there of, you must overcome its stings.
We are all creatures of habit, this we know is true,
and from the hearts of all children, their father does show through.
I felt scared and naked
Though fully clothed
I felt lonely than a loner
Never felt like this on the inside
I knew I had breached the great divide
The shield had lost its defense
My undoing has done me in
Woe to me! I am undone
I am a man of unclean lips
I have entered His presence unworthily
I carried unholy fire in my censors
I dread the reactions of my actions
Nadab and Abihu didn't have a second chance.
With trepidation I approached the throne
Crying "touch my tongue
Cleanse me with the refiners fire
I come bowed pleading for mercy
Appealing on your compassion.
Renew the right spirit within me
And restore unto me the joy of salvation
(Written 23rd of March 2015)
THROUGH THE POET'S EYES
The soul that can speak through the eyes
is the thought that execute it infinite mastery
with a passion like a refiners fire,
unquenchable by roaring waters.
Just like the window to the body
where the soul is housed,
In the in-depth eyes of a poet,
unique light strikes & turns it into a color
that doesn't exist except in the moment.
The world see the lens,
the poet sees the tense,
the world see the sclera,
poets see words & paper,
the world see the cornea & Iris,
creativity oozes from the poet's chambers;
word darts makes his soul restless,
shooting punchlines that becomes endless.
The poet eyes sees beyond this realm,
and so...this eyes:
Seen the highs & lows,
witnessed the maglinant friends & foes,
peer through impediments with allergies
of fear, of self & frienemies,
seen darkness you could ever imagine
and the illumination that finally transform
this embodiment of grace.
The mastery of my pen has always been
and is in the mystery of my being.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}.
Copyright © June 24th, 2020.
Your love is lost your heart is shattered
mosaicked by a complex of cracks,
wordy weapons leave it tattered
the battle scars of life’s attacks.
Shrouded in a blanket of pain,
you think love’s gone, remote, extinct,
in time it will rekindle again
for life and death are closely linked.
In dark despair, pique's deepest cold
is thawed in the refiners furnace,
there love's small fruit is turned to gold
a warmth you can tenderly embrace.
There those battered shards are gently gilt
becoming a new love token,
where repaired and lovingly rebuilt
you’re more beautiful for being broken
Truth is the silent word of knowledge
Away from mankind's destructive ways
The inner peace where one will learn
The labyrithine deepness of the soul
There is where refiners power flows for all
Still mankind searches it out in wars?
While the healing for all Nations
Comes from the salve within!
Unlike the roaring of the oceans
And the storms not quenching thirst
What is it than I ask thee
To make one's self surrender
To the breath of earthly hull.
In the dreams of humility
Found are the things of beauty
The quest of desired dreams.
Yet in the senses of the day
Lost are thoughts from deep within
Mankind's thoughts empty lull
Ach, Poets dreams to find the words
Of tangled twisted crimes and wars
To melt the world like golden core
To melt the metal bloodstained swords
No gained treasures by plundering hands
Ah, to surrender in humility
Stirred will be refiners gold for all.
I run into the Refiners Fire
Engulf me in flames
Purge away my pain
For out of the Ashes
Beauty Comes Forth
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