I don’t know if I still have my mind,it tends to take leave without first notifying me.I call my mind a scaredy cat;it can’t seem to handle my contemplation overdrive modes.I don’t know if it’s a female thing or if I have real issues but each time I have to deal with the real issues in my life, I stop thinking.I just go into a panicky stand by state.I have a paper on Saturday for which I haven’t been studying for the simple reason that my mind convinced me that I can’t do it.But I want to do it,and pass highly like I know I can.It’s probably the hardest thing to be up against yourself every single day.And so to you mind,I write this little memo.

FORGOTTEN

I don’t know when you stopped fighting but just so you know my spirit hasn’t forgotten.I don’t know how you get off not believing but just so you know,my spirit hasn’t forgotten.You may shun my strength,call it petty and fickle but my inner self is smarter than all your braincells combined.See,unlike you I can’t even come up with brilliant punch lines,but unlike you I know to dare to cross lines set by circumstances telling me I can’t.

Yes I can go on,and Iam doing that Just now.You may have have forgotten how to move off the track when a fast train is approaching but just so you know my spirit knows not to be paralysed by fear.And my spirit will fight you with everything it has,till you and I see eye to eye,that because Iam,I will.And because I will I can.

So dear mind,mischievious and unrelenting in wanting to take me down,just so you know I haven’t forgotten that I determine  what you think and therefore say to me.I will not let you have a life of your own because then you would enslave me in your crippling unbelief.Once you almost robbed me of my sanity but ever since I snatched it back,I haven’t forgotten how to be free.Just thought you might need to know…

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.

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.

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