…It is time to relinquish her pious ways
Worshipping no longer an unforgiving god
Adoring a Heavenly Father now
~~~
Sitting on a bench, reflecting on her life
There is a longing in her heart, couldn’t
It have been better than this?
But if it had not been for this, she would
Not have reached for something better
The formative years have not been wasted
This is a work in progress, a prophecy in
Time, she presses on with hope, that what
She cannot see, will one day come to be…
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The house stands strong and tall,
Proud and free it looks to be
Leaves swept bare, not a weed to
Be seen, all in all this place has a
Happy face, but windows and doors
Are locked, no one can go in or out
A girl resides here, it is dark, the
Kitchen table with empty chairs
Is saddened, in the cupboards are
Antagonists chewing, lowly locusts
With their flatulence bellies and
Bulging eyes, inch their way through
Grubby cabinets…
A cry is heard from the disheveled
Cat, as smoke comes through the
Door, the room at the very top
Bursts into flames, the room the girl
Could never go in, she is awakened
And quickly rises, it is sad this
House is now ashes, but it has to be
A new way flashes in her mind
Her Thoughts Must Be Replaced
To Their Rightful Place!
The Years The Locusts Have Eaten
Must Be Restored!
The scavengers of earth must
Bow in solemnity to the Sacred Word
The letters she has hidden behind
Are now words of poetry seeking
Her mind, pages are bursting to
Be heard, the code is revealed in
God’s word, the once disarrayed
Cat sits by the fire in contentment
The puppeteers have relinquished
Their ties with shears sharp
Enough to break the lies, the
Cabinets are no longer stirring,
Gnawing has ceased as the
Locusts retreat, she did all she
Could to make herself clean, her
House has become a home,
Glowing within
She would like to invite all to come
And eat, there is plenty of room at
The table, a table draped in fine
Linen, bread and drink freely
Given, candlelight reflecting the
Faces of those no longer hidden!
Copyright(2018)
Excerpts from the book ‘ Wanderlust’
Claiming the promise in The Book
Of Joel 2:25
In God’s Word
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