Distance of the Suns

I walk this crazed world Sidewalks at angles line the road Sideways I tread, and my vision flips I focus on the Horizons in the distance Lightning strikes close to me The drums beat in my heart in my head The pace of my life quickens This is the moment, the time The meaning I have been waiting for I smile a grim smirk at Fear And his brother Trepidation They know better than to attack me Not for my strength But for that of the GodMan who’s silent tread Roars in the silence of our passage I feel powerful and invincible Dead-raising power resides within me And holds me in an aura of God The grey streets, crumpled paper Chain link and barbed wire Broken, grimy windows and hopeless cityscapes Are no match for my candle A lighthouse I have become And the destitute are coming Drawn to the Light beacon in me All around the shadows shatter As my Light shines Hope

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I just write a few words about what interests me. Follow me on Twitter @PhilipJoelM.
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