Not Here

With the thorn in my flesh, I know I am not made for here.

One journey to know thyself. I with such expectation recognize myself through layers of weakness of mine. One scar I would scratch open, and thus spread its mark all over this momentary vessel. Bitter I was, and occasionally am, led by vengeful plots. Despite the persistence, what still breaks me is lack of affirmation, attention, and unconditional love from fellows. Though I know for sure lack is only human. My weaknesses rise to surface undeniably. My scars look at me and plead for aid. Strange. They are taught to shine. The shine of light masks the unpretty nature, instead revealing grace and purpose. To know thyself and to complete what I am here for.

One journey to know thy chase. I am reminded by crippling features, yet with no expectation accomplish. Generosity frees me of my traumatizing chains. Guidance governs the indecisive frontal mind. Grace gives way to self-forgiveness. With ease, I come to terms with control, knowing great plans have yet been unfolded. If I rewind, what I witness is suffering and courage. Impossible to comprehend of destiny. My merits I keep quiet with the Lord. Calming. They are taught to humble. Humility is the key to the gate of channeling wisdom. To know thy chase and to know I am made for gratitude.

Still I know. Not here.

Arithmetic

One is bound by his periphery. Life carries missing elements.
Divine intervention is in the summation.

One articulates existence with wealth. Rotting, devoured by moths.
The source vindicates this subtraction.

One is faithful to the final days. Loyalty pleases.
In blessings, shall witness multiplication.

Share with thy neighbors.
Love evolves through its division.

Such intelligible arithmetic.

Darker Night

Coming to dark
Lay down the weight
Coming to dark
Stay down with me

I know it is well
All the glory from toil you gain
Yeah I know it is well
Risking them which cause you pain

Yes, it’s getting dark
Lay down the weight
Oh yes, it’s getting dark
Stay down with me

The book tells all
All of us come so, so frail
The book tells all
Crown us with the sad, bloody trail

The book of life …

Come, it’s too dark
Lay down the weight
Come, it’s too dark, baby
Stay down with me

Before it’s too late
It is the darkest
When I’m not with you …