Reclamation

A Poem by PANTHER

I have lived in disbelief, as a hammer not a nail, now words come.
Deeds are marked there in the ledger, to see of what it is I've done.
Place upon the paper, in a manner speaking truth, good and evil share.
To understand what is written, examine and perceive, read with care.

Words, in the windmill of my mind, swoop like a hawk to prey.
My dreams seem wiser than my waking thoughts, what do they say.
I find now serenity in being, the storms of existence shake me not.
In the darkness of my sleep, the sound of silence, cast my fate's lot.

It is the beauty of this world, the prophet's gift in deep December night.
I know where is I've traveled, in that truth now beholds the Lord's light.
Words from dark clouds rain upon the parchment, read their song.
Listen to the melody that calms troubled waters, in his word no wrong.

So now I write with certainty, of the faith within reclaimed.
The coming of his birth, my love and faith in Jesus is proclaimed.
Just for the love of it, for what was in, the reading of your writes.
It is you my friends in starlite, have guided me through nights.

By panther811