New Life

Spiritual Philosophy

The Master’s after what’s hardened to release seed deep beneath dirt where revival takes place away from what’s seen by the world.
Harvested turf, where one harkens after their heart harnessed by unspeakable hurt.
Misery loves symphony and what harps in your head isnt half of what’s conducted but instead the hiss of revisited words.
Put to bed bedtime stories that are believed.
Breathe.. your about to give birth.
The candelabra calls to the darkness and demands it unmasks all that its captured in its grasp between heaven and earth.
As angel is to arc and psalmist is to verse so is identity a companion to self worth.
Do not be perturbed.
Nurture is much more than a lullaby, no nursery rhyme.
Like a Diamond in the sky some dont see the light ‘til the day that they die.
Just tryin’ to find their way, the truth and the life but sometimes the victory is to give up the fight.
Give over the pride.
Broken. Spirit's contrite.
Give in to insight.
Minutes to moments, so much focus on loneliness you suppose it owes a reply but humility is where self revokes its own motives, camouflaged as your rights.
That’s real sacrifice.
The surrender of every bodily member, transparently rendered in return for new life.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

Misery loves symphony.
A nice concept.