Prophesies that send fears,
Sermons I cannot hear
Soliloquies, I can not see,
in pieces, in snippets,
I have dreams that I can’t bear
Days lost in contemplation, I witness a many – emancipation
and then live discreetly
truly afraid to write the things that I see
with the fear that is all mere visionaries.
An exit stage left, for our former reality.
In the name of Jesus Christ have mercy on me
for the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak.
With an innate sense of a countdown clock
Tic-tock, ticky, tacky, tock,
I retract from Christianity to counter the shock
gone too long, my faith is locked, my ship is docked
There is a boat to Tarshish leaving without me
For I am onward to deliver ministry
Three days in hell with the unbelief.
Who are these dead to be deserving of me?
of my health,
of my energies
But, Aye, who am I to pass judgment on thee?
For when I am light and right with Christ
weigh a ton
brittle finger bones tug the tail of my tapestry.
I am moved by this desperation, a final chance to know God.
These dead in Christ that lived like frauds,
May my fasting break the chains,
may my supplication in Christ, break the bonds.