As I stand at the precipice of Faith,
Knowing off the edge God’s Hand will await,
Not fully awake, I remain in mistake.
I can’t decide which is more fearful
jumping or standing in place.
Expecting full well,
If I stand;
Then, I’m sinking to hell.
Still, there’s a bind on my mind,
that’s keeping me behind the line,
keeping me from the drinking well.
And scared to be, for what will be one day,
Scared to move, for I do not know the way,
I’m left here, and all I can do is pray
For the momentum to propel my release.
Tag: WP Daily Prompt
God’s Grace is Sufficient
We have lifelong sustainment
and plenty of rations
for temporary engagements,
and all of the interest payments
on all of the talents we cash in
are nothing but paper inflation
compared to the value of Grace.
Once An Artist
Once an artist, I remember painting the field With the ball's movements. Sometimes the movement Delivers the message. Sometimes lack of movement Is the message. The opponent, Acts as the audience, Chasing the hologram you project With full conviction; Quickly realizing, It is a vision that's gone missing. The canvas quickly resets Like an Etch A Sketch, And each time requires a present vision. Who is the audience? Shall I carry? Shall I conceal? Shall I send, Or shall I reveal? It was a beautiful art scene on this field, Where every artist paints With their heart as the brush. Nobody paints with fear Worrying how their picture will be seen. They just dance, Placing their full love Into every touch. By: Kurtis Lunz
Muse
A muse Amused. Amused by the muse, He refused to diffuse The light of his energy onto a fuse. For, her light was enough for the room he mused. By: Kurtis Lunz