musings of an old mind in a twenty-first century body

Oh what lengths I've gone
The stones I've thrown
And whispers swallowed

The muck and mire hath not betrayed me
For I know my origin, I know whence I was birthed
My father is of dust, and my bondage shall wither
In a moment, and a flash, and the swiftest stroke
I AM will take the soul that I am

Rain and dreary will subdue my anger for today
The clouds of protection guard me from venom
And space decay will never set hold my mind


I will always run towards that day
Never will I desire anything greater
For longer
For better

I will take for me a bride
For I was made for her
and she was made for me

And we will run towards THAT day
we will run through woodlands
through hardships
through hiphop clubs
the urban slump of the death of Christendom
and we will love our God, and each other
AND I WILL HOLD ON SO GRATEFULLY
because each breath is a gift
and each breath of hers is a gift


I will find her, my maiden, my bride, the wife of my youth
for she will be along the same road in my pursuit of KINGDOM.