Very touchin and causes a great deal of worshipin
and also
a wondering mind
as your brain unwinds and begins
to travel through time
it flows back and remembers this or that time.
thinking about the hands i persuade to go away.
the hands i've betrayed
in honesty i contemplate,
reminisce on the dismissed
and pray that this
is a feelin not known as regret
but yet
another realization that God knows best.
so Him willing I pass his test
and walk his way
and not in jest
as all respect the queen i am
the armor of my chest
and he finds for me the hands that feel as if they themselves shaped me
into being and im gifted the sight to see...
her :-).
*feelin jah blessed"
though some what insignificantly, i ponder
whether i was made of her rib or she made of mind
does not SOUL mate rep that which cant be touched?
so of clay and dust and wat becomes of us the world os a bit unjust
in its beliefs and retard the grief because i know i deserve my Lord given
right to just be happy joyous and free in this time un really calculated place \
where i strive for sanctity
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