Kindle the back of my
neck repair the wrecks,
crashing in my mind,
heal my weak defects.
How would you say
you conquer this way;
as if a messiah slayed
pain while you prayed?
Your power is a miracle
and with a tender soul
you return kindnesses
with a prophet’s control.
See I’m incomplete to
bring it unto fruition
that what I want it is
often a failed mission.
Moment is a candle lit
you I ought must learn
your ways quickly for
the hours they do burn.
As soon as I know it I
do awaken I am aware
time has passed gone
and I’m no longer there.
All I can do it is folly
for the past is in stone.
What is left are pieces
you plant and let grow.
Let the weeping willow
spring from harsh earth.
Pieces you healed grow
a peace I never deserved.
This is beautiful. I love the imagery, I can relate to it. My head feels like that picture at times too 🙂
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That is very nice of you to say. Many thanks. 🙏 Thank you for reading my randomness. I’m a little complicated at times. As is life but being able to relate with people is what life is about. 🙂
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I’m a little complicated and very random as well. So I guess that’s why I relate 🙂
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