Bitter Herbs

1 Corinthians 5:8
(“Therefore let us keep the Festival, not with the old bread leavened with malice and wickedness, but with the unleavened bread of sincerity and truth.”)
Refusing to write anymore!
You can’t make me!
Enough is enough
Till there is more
Then a new “enough”
Is born…
Once shaken to the core
Yea…is maybe?
Nay…is I don’t know?
At a crossroads frozen
Not knowing which way to go?
The messages past in word plays
From hand to hands
Taking flight…
Never to return
Gems, pearls, our glasses
Counting grains of sand
It pains
It stings
It lingers
Breaks peace to disobey
I will…not to pen
Not a single thing more
No matter what You say
Accept the fear and trembling
Consequences that may ensue
Except of course
for this last thing
of heired gripes
not like being bereft of willpower
You can’t make me
Even though you are my Maker
You can’t…I won’t
What good does it do?
I’m leaving it all behind…
To die
And not looking back
With tears in my eyes
Not anymore
I’m tired
And weak
I’m sick
And frail
And no one truly gives
A rat’s ass
In the world
You already know that
So just send Your smite
Anything is better than these so called
That make one tendered and vulnerable
Submitted to wounds and sorrow
This side of Glory
behind a veil
of struggles and strifes.
bitter herbs

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Short Reads in the Son

Staying the course
Journey from liability
To valued resource
Broken down to the bare essentials
Conforming to no man’s image
Not Compromising to worldly norms
Remade, renewed, new creature in You
Only now becoming aware through You
of a greater potential
Covered in ash,
Wallowing in mud
Given freely more than could ever have been earned
Or asked…
Man on fire
Servant on a mission when assigned a task
Regardless of first, least, beast or last
Did HE not choose the twelve
And yet one was a devil?
It’s in the details…
Book of Job takes that understanding to another level
But who wants to hear that?
Advice from friends?
Based on presumptions?
Reserved for the day of wrath
And fiery consumptions
One can only pray
Oh, there have been times when I’ve been discouraged
Or disheartened when the words won’t flow
When there is nothing to…

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