Friday, June 15, 2018

PSALM 2

Was it not all I needed
The touch of a warm sword
Wiping a cheek of defeated crystals
Licking and fixing the broken pieces
As I sat there in the wait
Sad that the sun had left me wet
You flew in with your broken wing
Bleeding words soaked in healing
Till then I never knew such a love
For way too long it stayed unheard
That a man in his worse of pockets
A man in his worse of vision
A man looking like garbage
Will glitter in the eyes of such a beauty
And now,
How shall I take you off my mind
Out of my tongue to sing you no more
You've become the curious finger
Aching to write you my best poem
Like an artist longs for a guitar
And a bee busies for nectar
I look forward to your captivity
Taking charge of my thoughts
How awesome I'll string notes
As we in truth starve for such longevity
So I ask why did you not come early
Not in regret but much to salvage
But Now that you're here
I've got nothing left to fear
My soul sings Hossana,Hossana
Blessed is your faithful love
Blessed is he who holds firm in you.

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