My Feet My Arms

I am drawn poorly

so sorely I move on

upon the ground I

move already gone.

My God he is mute

now before my eyes

are wicked creatures

and secrets of lies.

Shall I examine here

in this brief candle

lit by an absent being;

this life I can’t handle.

I a vision of grace do

have only my limbs.

To grasp my creation

it feels as if I pretend.

I see before me pain

that’s screaming torn

all up to the day today

from when I was born.

I want to re-write my

texts of sand scripts

where I create reality

flowing from my lips.

From words to paper

read me now see later

the error in my nature

given from my creator.

I have feet to walk on

for miles so very long.

I have hands my arms

write wrenching song.

What must be reality

aligning completely?

Say hello to greet me.

I’ll write you in sweetly.

My Bible is set in song

by my hands and arms

all the day so very long

as I move on right along.

6 Comments Add yours

  1. Tanya says:

    Beautifully penned!


  2. aflawedpearl says:


    Liked by 1 person

      1. aflawedpearl says:

        My pleasure


  3. Katherine says:

    Really good! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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