This poem is brief but conveys a point that we all go through processes of refinement for better or worse or a bit in between. It talks about personal strength through chaos in this world and gives hope for someone to remain as strong as their appearances precede them. Reputation? Warrior? Teacher? Does the role really matter? I hope you get a story about how someone who remains strong through weakness builds themselves up in humility and compassion to their ever-beaten reputation and self-esteem. It also talks about reaping the energy you put out.
I accompany a few images with this short piece to give you an idea of our journey on this planet together I hope it helps you :)
The first image is AI-generated but lovely.
^(Above)^
Photo by Claire Rush on Unsplash Strong as fire; deep as the oceans in these blue eyes radiant as the blonde hair golden as the gates of Heaven but not wholly without the blemish of leavened bread. Sanctify; once leavened, now sifted through unleavened and pure, hoping to find out that I was the antidote and the cure to my own Judgements from the Jury.
Worry Not; Ougth As I Not Love is all I've got. How small the sliver, how faint the emotion, it burns as an ember in my soul to ignite a flame no accelerant needed other than the spark of a brother or sister in Christ one hundred century heist stealing not taking what God ought to have bought.
Pray For Those Who Would Pose As Your Source Of Blow by Blows and just come to know the seeds you very well do sow.
Photo by Vince Veras on Unsplash (below)
댓글