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There is a resilient pain
like a thread running through men
I stretch my muscles but its a cramp lodged in an organ somewhere out of reach
out of sight, never out of mind
Paul penned it best when he said we are most wretched indeed
there is a deep misery in this mortality
Who can deliver us from this flesh of death?
Who can bring this pain, this pain? this special pain!
Who can assuage it? Who can heal it?
Where can I go to get rid of it?
The only way to get over is to go through
words I've lived by
I like a lamb for the slaughter, daily dying, I surrender
This cross and its afflictions are our daily delight
Our daily bread, our normal life
There are no other duties on this narrow path
It is rife with sufferings and squeezing-s
Divesting and being divested
Stripped, stretched and transformed from the inside out
Who can switch off this pain response?
Who can tell my soul to breathe and my body to rest?
There is a weight inside me, like millstone around my inner neck
Drawing me down, deep into the darkness
I claw and I fight the heaviness, it smothers and stifles me
I don't want to go quietly into the night, down into the cold
I fear I'll never rise again
The only hope I have is Him who appears to all men
The Sun of Righteousness, bringing healing in His rising rays
I yearn for the warmth and succor
I just, dunno yes
I just tyad...
My head and heart hurts and I'm confused
My will fighting against the supreme will?
Laughable at best, and absolutely pitiable.
So abandon fleshy hope all ye who enter
This is no palm Sunday prance but a funeral march
A narrow squeeze, a spelunking of sorts to Calvary's cross
Where the whispers of sufferings are lost in the furor of forgiveness
So like Him, I lay my mortal coil down
And in the sea of the father's grace I drown.
-cocoa.tea poetry
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- cocoaTea.poetry
There is a melancholy in the moving.
Growth in all that it produces, can also yield grief.
The old systems versus the new,
the new places with old systems,
the absence of the old systems,
the in-between spaces, places and speech,
It's bittersweet.
Though I do not carry worldly sorrow,
there is still something dying.
Me!
I'm dying and this flesh cries out.
It's screaming in the acrid smoke of the funeral pyre,
but like sati its happening still.
I am not the captain but I will go down with this ship.
- cocoaTea.poetry
A masterpiece where landscapes come and go.
But in this dance of change, my heart feels somewhat blue,
As familiar comforts slowly start to grow, The tides of time, they ebb and flow with grace,
Yet leave behind a melancholy trace.
The old gives way, the new begins its reign,
But in this shift, a part of me remains.
I cling to memories, like shells upon the shore,
A testament to what once was, and now no more.
But in this sadness, hope begins to gleam,
A promise of a future, a vibrant dream.
- cocoaTea.poetry
These too dark, too quiet, twilight hours
that is set aside for snoozing and recouping
I am in rictus, locked abed with thoughts of you.
I never want to part from You
I am grateful that there is no way to do so.
- cocoaTea.poetry
This hunger for God is a craven, glut that ought be shamed
but rather, I glory in my greed for His glory and grace.
- cocoaTea.poetry
I am NOTHING
in light of His everything-ness
I WEEP
He is too much, I am undone
I EXIST
by the providence and plan of a Divine One
To be colloquial,
I eh able nah
When I think about the vastness of my God
I exist, yet I am nothing, I weep for He is soo much.
God is so magnanimous with His magnificence,
So ambidextrous with with His authority
He can both utterly humble you, while lifting you up!
There once was a deity named God
Whose powers left all people awed
With a flick of the wrist
He created the midst
And all of the creatures abroad.
- cocoaTea.poetry
A road razzled with restaurant signs and menu boards, lights twinkling in the eaves, winking a come-on at the tourists; glimpses—between the...
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