Inmypromise White

Today I woke up in your arms. I don't care that the socket was detached from your body. Laying against your rib cage I'm not bothered by the fact your heart has been removed and, gift wrap for someone else. I feel the air blow from your side. The skimpy rotting flesh barely covering your bony torso. Laying on your chest holding true to the only part of you; I have left. The stench is so strong the mourners stopped coming by years ago. I should move on but, laying here with you feels like our first night. Remember that time I got up, opened my heart, and was wounded? I came running back to you. You were here; arms out stretched ready to hold me. Well, lay there and let me rest on your arm. Reading is fundamental but, imagination can do wonders. I don't mind that my fingers rest on your ribs when I reach to embrace you. With you I know what I'm getting. I know where I stand. The sun is peeking in. I will go and smell the roses. Alas, I was hurt again. He doesn'

Capture each moment and savor it. Is time passing, or are we flowing through time clasping keepsakes? Memories last forever but, essence is a flicker to be tasted but, never fully consumed. Celebration is our haphazard attempt to pay homage to the passing of "now". True honor lies in basking in immeasurable moments. That moment which tastes so good only after the last morsel is realized there is no evidence. We rely on smells, sounds, scents to carry the legacy. We hold the snapshots in our hearts nestled and warm. That tear wiped away as we shake ourselves from another time. The smile turned grin as we reflect on previous lessons learned. Capture your now because what was, is then, and what will be doesn’t have foundation. Now we choose joy despite our circumstance. Truth is circumstances are subject to our embrace. Hold on to the now , squeeze every drop out. Choose joy even if means chooses faces that smile in front of that were not a part of your rearing. I have co

I can't be an autopilot christian? No, really; I can't put a bit in my mouth and follow where my steps are ordered? I surrendered to my Captor. Is He not responsible for my well being? How does that work? How do I have free will but I surrendered my all. I filter my choices through the bars of righteousness. The challenge is not the filtering but, the challenge of identifying my desires. They are in my heart. HE has access to the list because my heart is His possession. Gift wrapped, humbly presented the last time I yielded to the revelation of sonship. Not owned but a seed, with all rights to eat the table. Revelation fully manifested, I believe I belong at that table but, I don't know how to act. I don't know to operate in this environment. I watch my siblings but, we have different desires. I don't want what they want. Does that mean my choices go unspoken because I fear the backlash of an incorrect selection. Why is this difficult? We had a system. I gi

The heat broke like fever. This burning that had been emitting from my stomach for weeks. Suddenly, I was released. I had been travailing with what seemed like no solution. The temperatures were the soothing heat of a massage ointment. The salve stayed just long enough to cause discomfort but, was not strong enough to fulfill. I plead to my Father to quench this desire. Holding on to the truth that what I feel and what I know are never at odds. Finally, I felt the rush wave of cool roll over me. In the wake of this shifted mindset I am ashamed. I saw that dark shadow of the old me. I choose to grasps what I know and not stay on what I feel. I know I am redeemed. Now, head straight, armor equipped I press ahead. I am going into the enemy's camp, and I want to vengeance.