COMMAND THE MORNING
Telling my Dreams to,
Yelling with ear piercing shrekes-
They break slumber to induce an agitated desire-
Stirring the ambers until a Fire breaks out…
A call to action punctures my Soul..,
“it is TIME….“
“What shall the Day Bring?”
Up in Morning Sun lighting my rising.
I look to the Horizon shining New…
I think, sinking into the memories of a Dream…
The script, the melody this Day dances to,
Written upon beats of the Heart.
Every Pusle charges me forth!
“Whatever the Day may Bring…’
‘I dive in…”
Without a condemning Word you heard, and responded to my cry…
The rescue began before the formation of Time.
Your seed was given to every nation. You called us out of darkness apart from your light, and grace…
Now we face the times of today equipped with the never changing Name,
A savory sent to appease the pain, of selfinflicted insult to injury.
Salvation stolen when the deception was given,
But it was already written you would overcome bringing salvation to a World of Lost Sons….
Called to come Home….
Opportunity in the Breeze
The dependable, all powerful, inhale the spirit riding the wind;
In the breeze-
In season, like the fresh blooming budding Rose receiving the heat from the Sun sampling the rain
Falling are the walls,
Now all I see is open potential so essential believing this Dream of a Visionary never varies.
I’m riding the waves upon the sea of time with a net grabbing mine….
Opportunity in the wind….