The Witness

I was walking through a museum and I saw Life...
it was on the opposing wall...
It was beautiful...
       so beautiful it brought me to tears.

   I walked up to it and as my eyes adjusted I began to see imperfections;
   I drew my eyes across it and saw more and more.

Astonished, I took in the entirety of the piece, and saw before myself a mass of imperfections

My Passion

My passion grew as my body grew and my vistas expanded...

My passion burned in my heart and burned in my soul;
   It shown out my eyes and it burned in my bones;

It burned and burst through my skin, shooting out in chaotic directions.

It shown like God's Love and the people cheered...

          It burned them all...

      It burned so hot I could see nothing else...

                ashes...
               
                    ashes...

Unconventional

Christened at the port,
                     the gleaming new ship stood at the dock, awaiting its destiny.

            Wholly different
      The dock wondered of the ship's fate...

The ship pitched its sails and filled with the Spirit of God.


The bay was not merciful

Lashing and Crashing was the way

But as the waves crashed upon the ship, so were the waves quelled.

As the ship stayed its course, so did the bay, in time, take heed.

Poem - Darkness

Coming out of the door I was hounded by a darkness;

It stayed at my heels and tripped me,
again and again,
until I was prostrate.

Forward it guided me to the pit of destruction;

Staring into the abyss I decided to turn;

I moved to the darkness and found that when I stepped into it,
I stepped on top of it.

To the best of my ability,
I moved towards the darkness and found myself climbing a staircase...