NOT A REBIRTH NOR LAMENT
Short in size stood face to face with the weapons
Tending the body, the temple, I'm never stagnant
The old in the present, new in the current, future in my hands
My spirit fights the oppositions I'm only a vessel in search of her breath
But you'll never catch me lacking not even for a mere second
Manoeuvred the worldly now seeking the kingdom, I hold no folly
Controlled by what's holy, tending the soul it's a magnificent growth of spring
I need to dine with the king, He who leads me like a sheep
Sharing my gifts as He pleases, in this realm I'm no more than a kid
Came and I saw,
Loved and I lost
Grew, still I stay growing
Aura of euphoria the joy at my wake
Neither crying nor chasing laments
A metaphorical dove, my light is the weapon
YOU ARE READING
POETRY
PoetryLETTERS TO MY BETROTHED, A LOVE UNLIKE NO OTHER. POEMS PROMPTED BY FAITH.
