THE ENCHANTMENT OF GRACE October 15, 2007

As I sit in the garden,with my lover,My Lord,He tags me at my garment,bidding me to draw closer.

As I sit with my lover,my mind is fully taken by the peace that is summoned in love’s grand presence.

In love’s castle does my Lord make me dwell;on floors of marble and beds of rich wood and gold and fine linens and tapestry…yes, the most exquisite upholstery.

Love’s grace has brought me into this grandeuse of a savior fully given to maiden.I am not even worthy to unstrap his sandals and yet behold I am sat with the royal advisors.

I am esteemed with Love’s esteem,bathed in its richest fragrances like expensive oils and wild flowers and tiny jewels cascading like a shower’s waterfall upon my head, soaking my hair with twinkling beads of enchanted living water.

The enchantment of Grace  has transformed savior and saved into the world’s greatest romance.Though hidden behind the eerie mist of the supernatural that slowly drifts by, t’s as real a love as any,not nearly matched by Romeo and Juliet’s or easily sank by the Titanic.

T’s a l0ve borne of whips, lashes and blood’s gushes.T’s a love plagued by the consuming jealousy of an enemy devoid of love,thrown from the utmost canopy of power in Heaven,to the lowest depths of Earth’s pits.T’s a love bathed in the enchantment of Grace; friends or foes,triumphs and sorrows,from everlasting to everlasting….t’s a love that never fails for it bears all things.

And thus in silence I am doomed to feeling love’s ache in all its totality for who can say with me they have thus also felt?T’s an ache because savior loves so deep,none for himself keeps.Now he strums the strands of my hair and with a laugh leaps to the rythm of my fast beating heart….to dance with it,caress to it !

I love you Lord,You have totally enchanted me.

Where to start June 18, 2007

When I started this prose n poetry blog I thought it would be all easy,but now I see all thee weird terminologies as am posting and i feel like a small fish in a huge pond.All the same,tryn never hurt no blogger.

My 1st piece is called HERE IAM.I derived it from when people r hiding under water n the only way to breathe is thru a reed stuck in their mouth.Sometimes in life we do get in such uncomfortable situations of barely gettin by.N what happens if that reed-the thing u r clingin on to 4 life is broken or withdrawn…enjoy.

HERE IAM,a broken reed,Tryin to breath underwater.And Iam failing miserably,no matter what I try it’s all the same,I fail again,I don’t feel sane.It’s not the shame I fear,it’s the lack of will to move to second gear.

Year after year,people gettin ere,Livin eir dreams n am still drowning here.

So who shall sustain me?Who shall be my Oxygen when Im gasping for just a little sanity.

HERE IAM my Potter,Am already broken so the job shuld be easy.Make me into something with just a hint of you,Coz right now am just a disfiguration singing you psalms.Broken but unbowed,yes,HERE IAM.

Hello world! June 15, 2007

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