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Poem: Nurtured Growth

When, to the satisfaction of my faculties
My mind finds soundless rhymes
In thoughts and feelings combined
With others input and time,
I begin to grow
Beyond the home
I know
(Beyond my plateau)
Thanks to another
One more faithful than I.

Monday Poem – “Breakthrough”

Breakthrough

Looking in the mirror at a person you don’t know.
Hiding from the cellars of a mental rendezvous.
…but you know you haven’t got too long
before the dust sets in,
building on a lot of hurt
and a concrete wall of sin.

I see that you can so I’m begging you to listen,
for your heart is going callous from that malice that consumes you.
You know your not alone, you’re not the only one whose bitten
but time ticks by at an awful rate and before it gets to late,
you need a breakthrough.

Dancing in the garden with a person you just met,
talking with a selfish charm that a worldly mind has set.
But you know you haven’t got too long,
before a time will come
when you can no longer turn away
from the wicked things you’ve done.

…and I know it isn’t easy,
right decisions never are,
God knows that, and I know that, so help is never far.
I know your gonna need someone to help dispel the doubt,
so Jesus died for you and me,
and helps us sinners out

Standing at the crossroads, now’s the time to take a pick,
you’ve had enough exposure so you’d better choose it quick,
because you know you haven’t got too long
before a time will come
when you can no longer turn away
from the wicked things you’ve done.

Before your heart goes hard you need a breakthrough.

Monday Poem- ‘Winston (or “Feast for a noble beast”)’

Winston (or “Feast for a noble beast”)

We gave a lost cat meat and more to steal
(Some milk, some love, more than a meal),
More than a once off affair.
We gave it a moment
But it decided we own it,
Now it will not leave our bloody stair.

O to speak kitten!
To know its feline thoughts,
To know this lost but noble beast,
This thing that we have caught
(And can never ever lose
Even if we wanted to),
To help it find its home.

The company I keep today
Is easiest to like,
For the unconditional
Situational
Dilemma is that this lost cat knows
How a moment goes
And that our affection grows,
I think it’s found its home.

Monday Poem- “Still Comfort”

Still Comfort

Still comfort
Can plague a restless norm,
Undesired
From the day the child was born.
Harmful times
And familiar minds
Have wasted repetitions signs.
As a drunken monk
Normality is disturbed
When encountering grace for the first time:
A world messed up then given back to God.

If only for a moment
Wasting becomes waiting on Him,
Waiting for His realness
And for this child to catch up,
Then wasting is still comfort
And not a waste at all.