Strong willed in desires to achieve
Awaken right after the summer’s fallColdness of winter is a reality of shiversMy Lord, my lord why have I been forsaken?You see my foundation had been shakenCause of destruction was from my own constructionAs the plan’s of men, were not to be a finalityMisunderstanding and pride lead me to rely exclusively,On works from my mind’s creation, I am mistakenFor my actions are backfiring and I’m backpedallingThrust back even further than initial inceptions!As I cry tears of spoilage, despising my present?Divinely I’m given the gift of life, assuming no accountingTaking this life for granted, as I planned for my soul’s beneficialWay to young to see clear paths to true perfection’s essencePerformed through series of circumstances directed, I’m actingWay after memories have burned through generations, occurringAs pawns and emissaries of good and evil intentions or renditionsBorn Again and in 2nd Comings, 360 degree turning…..manifestedTo live or die is neither plus or minus universally or consequentiallyConcerned only for me I only see what is plain insight, unseenFighting the light of day and the dark of night, to stay hereRighting the wrongs for others I smite, but sharing their plightOr flight as the truth in trajectory, of temporary arrivals, Subcumbing to ego’s trip for its own puny unbridled survivalBigger is the Plan, Deeper than the most Righteous mind’s clarityFor the role I play is always in servitude, to my Father’s missionThe Father who seeded my world, and filled my mind with pearlsJewels to maintain a sustenance, Jewels that garner covetousnessWhether a beggar, who is a marionette, or fauna who animatesI am always the Reluctant Tool, used by my Father to build faith and continuous-unity!
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A Reluctant Tool
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mrmelody7 says: Jewel of a write quite a journey is life a treasure map learn as you go |
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2b2b2 says: No doubt...thanks....ONE |
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