‘…Can you image a world where there is no weapons, no disease, no hate, no angry, no jealousy, no envy, no obsessions, no wantings, no needings, no bad anything? This is the utopia of God’s Kingdom. I am going to experience that because I know it exist. I know it is….’
Broken Wings' Folly
how is it
to feel like a fool
when silence leaves
God† puts words
on your tongue
‒that offends everyone
how is it
to sit all alone
stuck in silence all around
recording what's heard
without being told or forced
‒just loved by the Son†
how is it
the fullness felt
from knees knelt
was actually emptiness
truth…constantly blurred
ears constantly buzzing
‒taking on everything
wishing for a bullet and a gun
how is it
after asking for the 'whys'
begging and pleading
anger and self-pity
mixed in a romance's flirt
with words pouring from the pen
‒the replacement of death
bleeding my pain out
with walks in the sun
how is it
dancing through life
like a light-feathered bird
on what's coming out of my head
as others laugh and joke
my children…fed
‒lies between malicious buns
how is it
the 'whys' were answered
as God† directed words heard
record―explain
the process of blame
repeating…over and over…its rhythm
how is it
things have changed
Wisdom is the true surge
to obtain
as her 'whys' are answered
enters in—the 'hows'
as faith is built
‒hanging on to
what becomes…belief
to see how God† works
from His† kingdom
in Heaven
for 'learned' has done
what its intentions
were charged to do
‒it was never an individual issue
it was always heart
the decreasing and increasing
of scars
the vine failed or succeeded
the mixture―well put
not one…an expert
all…with dirt…will flirt
‒while breathing air
all....life's network
the how of it
a learned lesson from life
to wipe off my face…the smirk
not be so much…the jerk
Yeshuah† came to rejuvenate
give us a perk
replacing many a proverb
became the honor, the ransom
the mortar of much needed
patchwork
the 'how' has become
the mixture of old and new
dear children, no need to worry
He† chose the how
before your birth
‒for every soul on earth
to end this personal byword, dear children
you were never broken
‒just traveling down the path
it's all basic homework
you can fail or pass
the next path will emerge
anyway
go up or down
entirely your decision
‒Wisdom will always decide
good fruit or bad fruit
a mockingbird or a shepherd
you hear the word
or it goes unheard
all left to you
in your journey's pathing works
the hows
Wisdom's greatest churns
lessons
for you to learn
(September 7, 2023)―It is said that if we are given Wisdom, it is a sin to not share. We are worse off then someone who is a thief. I’m charged with sharing the lessons given to me because they are not for me, they are for the future that hasn’t arrived yet, and you are part of that future. Although He said you would not understand, or refuse to understand, that you would not hear, I believe in you. The future of the righteous depends on you hearing today.
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