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Zebra Crossings

His presence, is a present for the present,
presented in the indescribable present that is Jesus Christ.
Just as relevant in the present, as when He was physically present,
and will when the future becomes the present, and we are eternally present in His presence
We should make Him President for though He is resident in many,
In many hearts, He’s allowed to pitch up a tent, and present,
set amount of blessings per tithe payment as rent.
We’re only willing to sacrifice at lent.
Expectant of His intervention at set points in time
as though it weren’t a free gift, but God repaying what was lent 
to Him in the offering bowl.
The most vivid display of the spirit of entitlement 
can be seen at a zebra crossing.
Where though pedestrians are entitled it,
They do so with majestic strolling,
as though the black and white stripes transform into a royal carpet,
and having stepped into the territory of the metallic chariots,
they have transcended mere human status and are now capable of 
bidding these steel beasts, cease.
Yet should my brakes fail me, they die.
and similar is the consequence of our response to Christ.
It is as though, having given our offerings we are purchasing His provision,
and His intervention we require regardless of our submission, 
We forget, that though HIs Spirit submits to us,
His Spirit, with He created us.
and in an instant, could render us, ceased.
Humility and obedience are keys to any Father’s heart
and for one who’s strength is made perfect in our weakness,
it’s perfect to see God’s will sparked in us,
It’s not so important to chase the blessings instead it is He we should chase.
For Goodness and Mercy shall chase me when I’m staying at His place.    

It stays the same; It stays new.

The air is suddenly too hard to grasp.
I gasp.
Thin like a silk or satin scarf,
out of breath just because I heard you laugh.
Then you walk in, 
suddenly, the room is spinning,
and though I’m sitting,
I’m falling,
in love, all over again.
This smile on my face is a mask,
painted on so close to my skin,
under it, my brow is creased like a freshly used paper napkin,
the same I required to wipe the perspiration,
from the exhaustion of the mental activity going on behind my forehead,
caught up in sheer amazement, at how so much beauty could be concentrated in such small space, as your face.
I’m plotting an escape,
A retreat to the bathroom that I may gather myself once more,
stand tall, check my shirt, view my watch, 
knowing this time, on my return, you will watch, 
and as you do I’ll inspire the same in you as you did me,
tit for tat, exchange ain’t robbery,
love is beautiful ain’t it.
Because even after my hair’s all fallen out,
and most of my teeth have followed suit,
and even after it takes multiple attempts for you to get out of your seat, 
you, are still the most beautiful girl I ever did meet, and I’m still your special gentleman.
Even while were old and gray,
love is renewed, brand new each day,
Because love came not from you nor from me,
but through you and through me, 
from God.
In He, in Love, shall we forever be, in Love.

My Cure for Writer’s block

The pen hovers above the page,
like its blood spilled once it lands upon it, just isn’t worth it.
Ideas hide behind the page,
Like it anticipates a painful breakdown once I locate it.
I guess it would suffice to say,
I’m searching for something to say,
and a respectable means to present it.
But instead of what will give me more applause and praise,
Dear Lord, I pray, guide me with Your Spirit.