Enough Reason to Reach

motivation hides behind curtains in front of the window in a room on the floor I just turned old enough to explore without permission

those things closest to me should mean the most to me
being wrapped in passion
and fitting perfectly in the dreams that I mean to make true
...but they’re cold
so cold they are
as if undead
they move
yet no heat makes my pen cozy enough to dance without a care of who sees
still…
I find it’ll HAVE to be enough that the ones watching my every move
are trying to glean the smooth in my groove
and the strength in my swag
-and them I love.
their attention necessitates my literary outlet
to stem from a Godly inlet
so faith can inset
where it’s been long dormant and thought non-existent

in the patterns of old mats we sit on
my generation finds its paradigms
and our renaissance in the colorful gusto of sowing the new
and that’s enough
but only if today is tough enough to work though superfluous stuff to
seek
ask
knock
climb out of God’s hand
up His arm to His face
to feel for the joy of His smile and the vibration of His voice
to swim upstream the valves of His heart
looking for its beat
to look from His breath in this skin
and see the millions of children with glory inside them
waiting for us to pull it out
with articulate personification of passion on purpose on the platform of Christ.
I’m therefore moved
from my slough beyond what I have and through who I am to my hunger for more God
who is more than enough

Lest I Forget

breathing life air could never offer
seething with fervor from destiny’s first kiss
drinking words, thoughts, and dreams so lofty
sinking into fantasy’s untouched bliss

breaking away from yesterday’s fetters
taking flight with wings unfledged
finding it faulty to bypass the letter
and struggle for the spirit
weak and ‘unhedged’

coming back to Light with less than words
dumbly escaping and shaking off the murk,
glum, and sin that numbed me to what I heard:
“from a wretch undone to a finished work”

You saved me twice and kept me ever
took me over and taught me through
showed me today within forever…
I never want to close my eyes with You

who could love dry unyielding dirt
scarcely worth being called soil
and quench its places parched with hurt
beyond the strength of a million men’s toil?

who took a buried and repressed soul
revived and respired it back to its spirit
filled the voids and crevices to a whole
and reiterated purpose for ears to hear it?

my feet are grateful for order
my heart for issues anew
my hands for strength to span new borders
my worship for the love of You

even in alien seasons of trial
and moments of truth that threaten regret
I remember the cross, then rise from three day while
my glorious hope
lest I forget

He Touched Me

not like the hands of imperfect flesh
instead
amending my appetite
purifying my perversion
denying my death
slaking my thirst
becoming my belief
He touched me

in the places where pains once rested
concealed by layers of time and doubt
so no light could reach inside
yet
Son light did override
and unstill what I was afraid to move
making room for Life that lived externally
to swell and spill over like a flooding river
He touched me

and grew a flower that forgot its true beauty
letting its right to bloom be lost in the fog of transgression
yet
not too distant for His reach to recover
and re-teach to every pore of my skin
reattach to every dream of my nights
and remind every one of my hopes
that I have been with God
not for nothing
but for every bit of Him He has made me
to be

Your Prayers

when I forgot the sense to simply reach inside of God
to taste the love I thirsted for
there were invisible arms
strong
gentle
careful
and warm
without my permission
their hands moved behind my mask
through my inner turmoil
to fill my hurting heart with tenderness
and rebuke the poisons of deceit
because you prayed for me

an abyss
that seemed to ever yawn
keeping me distant from that place in God
where my days are best
became a gap bridged by
every scripture
every happy memory
every repressed joy
every moment of praise
every word building the story of my being
because you prayed for me

fear of running out
of time
love
strength
faith
and money
was forced to unlatch from my eyes
its darkness compelled to retreat
from the light of truth swelling on the inside of my vision
resuscitating hope in corners of my thoughts
where aspirations grew suicidal
because you prayed for me