Often our words are so close. It always feel as though I am all who I am when I'm down on paper than
anywhere else I try to tell my truths, thoughts and explanations to the world. The world don't listen to us poets and writers that well. I practice for the real me on paper. I give in on paper just like I give in when I pray to my Lord and savior. The figure of the poem, the brightness of the white paper and words, line by line. The real text that a child can understand.
Those of you who lost and yearning to be free, hear these words, take heart from me, not just from me, take heart from the word of words. I've once was in many drafts as you are that I have put on hold. But briefly, I am here today. God has introduced me to the life of his word and the life of poetry. For those who touches this poem, will feel the anointed in your spirit.
"For in him we live and move and have our being.’ As some of your own poets have said, ‘We are his offspring." Acts 17:28 NIV
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