“Poem of praise…”
Thank you, God, for my many blessings.
I have become stronger from your many testings.
I have become much wiser, from your many lessons…
And I have become closer to your very essence.
Late nights like this, I grow very closer.
My mind goes, like a roller coaster.
But I am grounded, seeping sounder in my very dreams.
Awake and eyes open.
Seeing my vision with much potence.
I don’t want to sleep, its the cousin of death.
I want to write a poem of praise, to celebrate my conscious breath.
I don’t want to die, just sometimes I feel pushed to the edge.
Thank you for a sense of perspective.
Universe, holy spirit, thank you for your protection.
No weapon formed against me, shall prosper.
No weapon formed against me will prosper.
That was promised, and engrained in my psyche.
I am a child of god, not a Christian or a label.
I am a child of God, and that is no fable.
Thank You, universe.