FairWriter

I am still deciding if I even like this! I know what the revelation was that God gave me. But I was not able to put it in words. I just can't get over the fact that Jesus took on flesh. It is messing with me and I tried/failed to put it in writing. Adam, In His Image. I own this new expression that fails to attach itself to paradise. In the heat of the day I walk alone. I have not the form I was given. My speech is weaker now. My laughter breaks to lament. My life is ebbing away. I labor, I toil, I sweat, I ponder. I have bowed low to hear a lie and bent low to hear the ponderings of a snake. I have mastered sorrow and I have grown faint. The future I see not. I only see a thorn, a cross, I witness my naked flesh. Sun scorched back. Made in His Image. For this fruit I stole, He made Himself reflect that.

He left me mid encounter sitting on the floor there to ponder. The world I sat upon kept rotating around the sun. The mothers in labor couldn't hold back the birth. The clouds kept moving, and the stars reeled overhead. I couldn’t stop his motion, couldn’t stop the tear I shed. The grass rose higher and the tree grew wider. I hadn’t the power to hold him back with the ounce of love I had given. He kept moving and I, well I kept living. Motionless, but still breathing.

My treasure was dirt for a time. My luxury was the grime. Ashes weren't loathsome to me. Weeping was a pleasantry. Even the darkness will not be dark to You. I look not at a perfect complexion, but a broken face. What visual have we given our Godly divine race? He was scourged I remember. Choosing not a spring day, but a winter. Even the darkness is not dark to You. So I eat crumbs when given a feast. I dine on water when that is the least. I let my bones age As I dance in holy rage. Even the darkness wasn’t darkness to You.

The Bride’s Bible Pages draped across a leather binding Are mixed with ink formed to writing. Behold a poetic journey of love. A dressing up of holy verse? Let it be more than a metaphor. Bride of desire revealed in book as pure. Torture if rejected and made for leisure. Pomegranates, garden tapestry A melodic temptation Let it be more than a metaphor. Banquet table, satisfying cravings beneath. Clothed in white, surrounded by gold. Looking on God's flesh. A bride to be Let it be more than a metaphor. In an instant beholding Searching more than a story Sharing life in covenant Marriage eternal Let it be more than a metaphor.