Christian, life, poetry, prayer, Uncategorized

Arms Raised In Supplication

Dear Father,

 

In front lays a pen

And underneath, a sheet

Empty yesterday

Emptier today

 

And so shall it be thru eternity

For the pen, though firm and able,

Remains lame without the bearer

 

Therefore, my Master

I ask thee for divine aid

Grant me the ways to create

Let my words be Your words

And Your words be mine

That I may exclaim to it,

“Rise!”

And its purpose be realized

 

Lest in time, the ink dries

And my spirits falter

And my right hand

Could not any longer

 

Henceforth, I fully resign

I am myself no longer

And You shall be my Bearer

Him by which all things

Be redeemed

 

“…in order that henceforth at every moment of my life, and in each of my action, thou mayest deign to be my director, my guide, my strength, and all the love of my heart…”

 

So shall it be done.

 

 

 

 

 

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poetry, prose, religion

The Father is the greatest!

Breathe in!

One…two…three

Breathe out!

That easily, He commands

My worries to flee

Through my nostrils

Down towards the dirt on the ground

And with might I shook the earth

As I crushed all of them

While crystals fell from my face

Now, I claim nothing but victory

For with the Father, there is no defeat

And while the war inside me resumes

I predict my glorious return

Sword raised on one hand

And the free hand reaching for the heavens —

A gesture of joyful surrender

A taste of everlasting peace

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