Prose

The loss of years, the loss of tears has left you dry and older. Sitting on a rocking chair, you refuse to be bolder. You are not worried about the weather; hotter or colder. You only want to be left alone. You have no TV, utilities, or phone. Communication in words is not what you are seeking. In fact, at times the anger is leaking, seething out from your pores. Could’ve done more. The thoughts attack, they attract worry. Like a flurry of punches from Mike Tyson in his prime they steal joy. It’s a crime.

For there is one who is higher. He shuts the mouth of the roaring lion, the liar. Listen to the town crier. He makes his rounds with a heavenly sound, he is preaching the good news. The words that he speaks has a short fuse. It’s a bomb that will explode. Taking off that heavy load. Throw your burden down, you were lost now found.

The heavenly hosts rejoice, in one accord, in one voice. You are now a righteous one, accepting of God’s true Son. You are bold as a lion. You are on the road to Zion, the promised land, given to you by the Jew with pierced hands. So don’t shrink back; attack. There is no fear, there is only power, love and a sound mind. It’s amazing what you might find in other earthen vessels. Speak words of life before they jump from suicidal tressels.

He said, “Go therefore.” Understand we are at war where the victor’s blood is already spilt. From the beginning this earth built on the understanding that His plan was flawless to defeat Satan, the lawless man, and the evil prophet.

So believe today that Christ is the way, we are his children. He calls us by name. In our mother’s wombs he constructed our frame. We are running towards the prize. taking heed of truth not lies. Setting our eyes on the glory of the Father. It’s for you. It’s for you.