Life, if detached from The Vine, is on loan.
Humility of heart allows The Holy Spirit to quicken you
from Everlasting in, to the everlasting.
She’d lost a handle on her young life
so much so
the highlight of her hospital liquid diet
was a syringe of runny, Red No. 4 gelatin
through the slightest parting of her (self-)abused body’s mouthpiece
slipping effortlessly as she did through justice’s cracks
There was no jiggle
no further room for error
once hour, Father was obeyed
The answers to my prayers are sources of gratitude. Would I prefer a reprobate existence lacking relationship, wherein God doesn’t hear, respond to or grant me the ability to kiss His Son at all? Absolutely not.
Even if unexpected, encroached upon and enshrouded by the enemy, their very occurrence is the allowance of God. Sometimes that resembles injustice in the short-term and is hard to swallow. I let it be. Selah.
They are the product of closeted moments when I, reduced from four standing decades of Life experience to my knees as His baby, received a message I might not completely understand much less agree with at first.
Every tear-stained, hungry, stubborn, kicking, soiled, unintelligible moment of confusion mistaken for heartbreak was offered the remedy for being lied on and to registered as “Dear child, just lay it down.” Huh? Ok… . My undereye area is unusually arid after years of overflow; a tenderized salt flat often colder at night, naturally thinner than other areas and threatening a familiar darkness I combat from within.
Don’t you know joy and pain require release? Both’ll burst your heart if you withhold them. One day, I remembered that He trained my hands for spiritual war—and to love plants. Thankfully, t(He)re is a Balm.
It was written
in the beginning
we were formed
not of gossip
but of dirt
Variations of brown
made to reflect God’s beauty
by virtue of right union’s design
Man in woman then children
to glorify Heaven
without fawning florid in duty
just tending the Earth
Even the passage of time yielded
an average white band of brothers
who sang of give & take
For goodness’ sake
God and created agree we are not to be alone
lest our flesh burn with earthly passions
like the liquid fever that lies
dormant unless making more islands of us
and the crude black gold that might make us war/m
Pay dirt for some
striking as spillage of brotherly hatred
or meal for worms of the field
men of old had named Akel Dama
I deeply believe there is no honey sweet enough
within which to hideout from God
Who requires no comb to number our crosses or hairs
Having had more than enough
I set body, heart, mind and soul apart
for a proper season
and would only let myself consider brothers
believed to also be singularly hungry for God
as those truly engaged by Him would never deny such blessings
Girlfriends dissatisfied with a stoic period long past
had once facilitated the online hard way
wherein pounds of free virtual fish reduced to one
pleased by my intellect, makeup & humor at a Harlem literary salon
still proved foolishly penny wise and for naught
when his paramour & child’s mother called me post-date
Thankfully too little (meaning, none) of my body
hadn’t made that particular revelation too late
Not so for the indiscreet malintent of another man
after whom my paradigm shifted and refuses to go back
How many times must one replay the game
without raising the probability of craps?
Lately, i envisioned a future date of reasoning
laboring in The Word, maybe over a stove
or humbly washing his feet
in tears and the oil of gladness
asking him to cut my hair of its soul memories
releasing this daughter of sons’ dust
to one day cultivate anew
a garden only he and Our Father could cover
Anything that could truly translate
the unfathomable gratitude for visiting my heart
before he did the same
filling me with His Love, Truth & Name
Perhaps it is backwards to become so old-fashioned
having formerly indulged in the new age
So what? I prefer it that Way;
a welcome departure from the blur and harem
of others who in vice
insisted authority in the love of Christ
once righteously encouraging me
then spewing curses & falsehoods of money
when I made offers for pre-marital touch leave
Such glittering goals are a broken life ago
before the True Bride’s price was paid to include me
and none but God’s mercy
let His Son’s Love be found
Humanities scholars or just fans of poetry from Shakespeare and hip-hop are likely to be among those eager to support the sweetness of roses for what they are, not what they’re named.
Their argument, if confined only to the “Romeo and Juliet” literary work, has merit. One step outside of that context and the general function of phonics seems to offer a serious hook if not real content.
Of fishing for consumption, for instance, a strait (as in Bering, not burying depending on your hometown’s accent) might look and sound perfect for the job. It can’t and shouldn’t fulfill the same purpose as a straight, baited line cast therein by the skilled hand nor does it account for the hungry believer and/or professional’s direct trod to the water source.
Certainly, it does no justice as a jacket in this regard, either.
28 And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose. (Romans 8, KJV)
In His Son alone, we find that all these things converge for His Glory. He Is:
truly Being All to all people as the apostle Paul teaches us to imitate, making chaste the life behind us.
That being said, since He Knows and calls us by ours, shouldn’t we also “kiss the Son” by honoring His rightful Name? According to many, Christ is allegedly an elevated title conferred to more than one throughout the ages and Jesus, also a common name among some cultures, is said to have derived from Greek and Hebrew variants such as Iesous, Yashaya(h) and Yeshua. The name also has its connections to thunder/lightning god Zeus, but that’s another story. In my darkest hours, calling no other Name than Jesus has been my reprieve. God alone Knows that. The accuser and followers will pretend, tease & call crazy those whom God implores to call on Him.
That part of the enemy’s tricks is so bothersome! Any so-called average person would take offense to a date or lover who expected them to answer to an incorrect name. How dare we believe or expect less from the Alpha & Omega? Needless to say, the enemy prides itself on influencing us to engage
To constantly dial the wrong number hearing only self, speak incorrectly (or worse, insincerely) and not converse with or cry out to Him at all forces the Beloved into legalistic, rigid and diminished relationship with Our Redeemer. It behooves us to comprehend, then, that any other name and the response from using it is not promised to be sweet.
Despite our birth names and all we/others have done to fit, improve & sully them, what matters most is when and what He calls us—softly or harshly but all-ways uniquely to our qualities via a nature only He Knows will reach us. Then, His True Name (and y/ours) will be written on our hearts never to be removed without our placing and keeping hands in the brier, so to speak.
Disobedience and rushing get thorns[*], some of which may manifest through (not necessarily of) those so close we least expect it. Commitment to grace, holiness and purity in patience beholds and allows us to, in turn, present roses to Him then to what we hope is a growing number of those able to recognize His fragrance. Let’s make sure we truly listen, Love Him, take His hand and apply His Word like Life depends on it.
May The Sovereign God guide, bless and keep you according to His Will.