Suffering is Personal to cry is to water seeds hunger is to know how to feed –those in need those accustomed to being the weed to the Word I shall heed no matter the cost– no matter how much I bleed it is written it is my forever creed –my vow, my chosen deed all this hope I shall mead I will adhere to what I believe good...I will constantly conceive open all that I am for what I'm to receive if I stand strong– I can always be naïve wear my heart on my sleeve allow others...me...to deceive allow others me...walk away...leave I'll never in negative...weave their meddling notion in unbelief I'm His† child...this vine forever grows through weeds forever planting hope's seed forever holding strong– my intentions in all I believe for all creation: the sun, the mountains the animals, the sea the entire Earth...everything that my eyes see even this air that I breathe comes from the one and only 'He†'! I'm His† child open to all there is to see moved by what is unseen what is to be what is already deemed all in the hope for souls to be redeemed –picked...one by one those taken for weeds but have been already chosen– for the light...deemed
August 26, 2019

