Chance of a lifetime- The firstA Poem by Rose MasenA feeling only few experience...
30 minutes late,
The room is filled to the brim. The band praises; hands uplifted People free their strife- arms outstretched. The aura engulfs my soul, My heart races; stomach in a knot. Praises and shouts of joy swirl about, Prayers, boldness and newness are found. Mentally, instantaneously, I'm letting loose, I don't feel physically, I feel spiritually. The songs chorus hooks around, My soul goes into a zone- I'm locked down. My bindings coming undone, Pore's open, his spirit seeps through. My throat is set ablaze, As the song chords pass through me. The urge to cry is calming yet moving; but not from my eyes Mind, body, soul, spirit- the tears are trickling and cleansing. My arms unfold, stretching to the sky; fingertips tingling, Quivering plays at the corners of my lips. Eyes mechanically close, Lyrics escaping my muted lips. A single tear escapes my left eye, Shock, chills, enchantment, empowerment. My prayers, circle in mind, in a different tongue, My Lord, My God. He has entered into my being, The world is mute; he speaks to me. Tears flow uncontrollably in that moment- Feeling, hearing, thinking are no more. Hurt, pain, hate, scars- turn Relief, comfort, forgiveness, reminders- replace. A love greater than anything swallows me, My Heavenly Fathers hand comes down unto me- resting. I look to him when all else is blurry, His reassurance quickly at my aid. Bound by his grace and mercy, Set free of my wrongs. I look to him and sit at his feet; My sins a burden no longer. © 2011 Rose MasenAuthor's NoteReviews
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StatsAuthorRose MasenSomewhere around here, FLAboutI bury my inadequacies in my writing, and resurrect my confidence with my finished pieces. -Rose. more..Writing
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