God has no pleasure in the death of them that dieth, but he understands that death is required for the new generation to take a stand. Who’s shielding your feet from the flames of anxiety? Oh, foolish man who has given you the spirit of fear?
The night moves and all souls follow.
At night we lay. Begging for the end of our sorrows….
At night we Swallow
I feel it.
And hear it passing me by.
Shadowing and hovering over me
Gone, Lost and Out of Touch
Circumstantially blind, still searching for entry to the other side.
Attached to the scent of the Devine feminine womb, you can’t re-enter mines, longing to be reborn through time.
They think I’m a lost little kitten, who’s lost her mittens, beaten by the wind, but that’s a BigContradiction to what their actually seeing.
I’m a physician not a magic magician, my head is sound and I’ve always been anchored to the ground.
Kissed her soul.
Hugged bravery down her spine.
Commanded time to unlay its hands.
Pleaded for her to stand.