Its all about the flow
like rivers that go
up and down
then circle around
Whether im in
Whether im out
Whether im sad
Whether I shout
I will pray
always today
so I may stay
Along the way.
Listen
And how I pray
and what I say
is how I think
when on the brink
thats when he sees
me on my knees
for some release
just begging please
As if I want
to fold on knees
around the clock.
my heart pretends!
Like a flash it shows
my heart he knows
thats when he warns
the lie he scorns
HE says a little less knees
And more faith please!
So I say...
why no more knees?
Sometimes it wears like shoes
too old
Burdensome like catching a cold.
HE says, it was never about
knees or standing tall with hands
above head. Or bowing low
as if stiff and dead.
But the livity of gratitude instead.
Of giving thanks without words
He flows in me, continually
And when im down and on the ground
I can always hear that groaning sound
With that said
I gotta move on
gotta be strong
it wont be long
will never do wrong.
No need for knees
my spirit he sees
my mind he frees
like birds and bees
Cause if I know
he's always there
at any time, my mind I share
cause he knows all
to him im small
he sees my fall
waiting, just waiting for the call.
Its the Flow of life, thats all
Mythical_Poet
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(Long Time Coming -2011)
This poem started as a rhyming game- but got serious.Its a poem about prayer with some conversation. Didn't know it would turn like this
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