Submissions by Godschild

An Amazing poet once said,
That faith the size of mustard seeds can rearrange whole landscapes.
It was an amazing line in his poem,
But I can't truly say that I knew what it meant.
I guess my faith had not yet reached that destination in life.
That was until the core of my soul was brought to its knees,
The agony of despair chocked the very words my heart wished to speak.
He almost left us,
As the devil himself places the weight of lies on his shoulders,
He almost took his life.

And I stood there,
listening to the horror story...

5 years ago,
You couldn't tell me that I'd be here.
I was 12 years old and scared out of my mind.
My worst fears began to kick down my door,
Foaming at the mouth seeking to devour any source of happiness that it can find.

I can still hear its footsteps crackling
every piece of wood that leads to my bedroom.
But at least it left me a gift to cherish.

All 10 carrots of my mother's wedding ring.
Engraved with hidden feelings I vowed to my soul not to tell.
Her ring meant more to me than just holy matrimony.
It represented...

Lately I feel like the evil things of this world have been talking to me.
Random thoughts fluctuate my mind.
Sometimes it feels like a cancer.
One thought leads to another like dominoes.
First lust rose from the dust like it already gained
my trust.
Then suicide penetrates my brain, encapsulating me
with its iniquity.
Low and behold he's been talking to me.

As I imagine his mythical body of yellow eyes, horns and red skin.
Staying up late was like walking into his play pin.
And at first it scared me.

Then the Holy...

At times look at the world with envy.
Because they can go about their lives with a free spirit.
Their concern for life is minimal,
Causing the absence of truth to cloud their awareness of reality.
A reality that his nail pierced hands can extricate you from perpetual sorrow,
Blossoming you into a beacon of truth.
But still society chooses to hold on to the lie that few can let go of,
That only few can see.

But can this lie hold me any better than the tomb that my God walked from?
The creator of all manner and substance, God! ...

I'm drowning in my thoughts.  
Thoughts of the life we will have together.
A life that is currently non-existent .
A figment of my imagination that I can see very clearly.
 
Lord grant me this one wish.
The internal feeling that'll burst through my body when she tells me " I do."
That marital fulfillment that you require of me.
 
Her presence is like a fire.  
It consumes my very thought process.
She leaves her mark in every place possible,
And all I'm left with is the residue of her work .
 
Mental exhaustion...