i am wondering
how you can go from devotion
to cold
standing
and retreating
numb and
indifferent
disobedience.
relying on mercy
so as to survive
and not be shattered from
your high post and flimsy
fort.

white pale
bare feet
glowing
like unmortal
light
the only thing to see
between
the long dark pillars
of grass.
each step silent
in a drowning,sleeping
morning.
dont make a sound
the dirt
is wet
the glow
being sobered by
the dark gray dough
dressing the
soles.

Jeremiah 17:7 "Blessed is the man who trusts in the LORD And whose trust is the LORD.



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Jeremiah 17:8 "For he will be like a tree planted by the water, That extends its roots by a stream And will not fear when the heat comes; But its leaves will be green, And it will not be anxious in a year of drought Nor cease to yield fruit.

paramore -exception

I've got a tight grip on reality
But I can't
Let go of what's in front of me here
I know you're leaving
In the morning, when you wake up
Leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream

its funny how
true writing
never lies
but always reveals
the condition of ones heart.

i pray that as days go by
i will type words with more life
that are ripe and drench those who read with
glorious hope
instead of my hollow words
shaped on a screen
sounding like
dry leaves
snapping, crushing
under the weight
of sorrowful feet.

in the rain
of my delerium
i sit
and watch it pour
dark rain
on a cool day
the sun gasping for space
flip through pages
eyes fixated
on black and red
printed words
tracing the thin
page with my fingers
looking for you
benethe the heavy
language

i will not
and do not
belong to
anyone
i will not belong to you.
you will have to pry
me away from the blood
filled hands of
my King
for He rescued me
but you didnt.
i know
i have given you those
eyes
and some affection
flows
like waves between us
but im never yours
and never will be
 you dont know Him as
i do.