Superseded

Lives past; so many intertwine

people, places, reinventions of self

all blur into one

any differential is null

False authenticity

the genuine stamp

Not alone there

Albeit, my heart knew better

like a foreign language

heard or read, no comprehension

shake the head, "whatever who cares"

Living dead--foolishness and folly

Superseded

I haven't turned out at all as I expected…

I expected I'd have been six feet under long ago

Not alone there

Thanks be to God

having other plans for me--redemption

Superseded

Very much alive; present day

Messy and dirty, spotless and clean

all blur into one

any differential is null

Authentic Faithfulness

the genuine Stamp

Not alone here

Better knowing my heart, albeit

Language, no longer confused

Hearing but one, universal comprehension

Bow the head, "wherever You lead"

Life abundant--salvation

Superseded

                 ~ I shall not be moved

How Bright It Is

There are times of trial
Of course,
There is the pouring
And pounding of the rain
Days of stress and anxiety

How I do recall
The what was of it all
When it seemed to almost consume;

Placing my own hands over the spaces
Of light illuminating
More fear of what brightness may bring
Eyes so adjusted to the pitch black
The thought of anything outside
Causing a (knee) jerk response...

Not all long ago,
Though I hold it close,
Intentionally,
That which once was
Brings forth feelings of:

Gratefulness,
Warmth,
Empathy,
Compassion
and
Love...
   
     Freeing up my hands
          To hug...