Years of settling, it’s time to break
Free from all the lies—lullabies
Sung over me; I could not wake
Up, the wrecking ball rises, flies
Here comes the fall, the reckoning
One day, spring back on solid ground,
Wild wind blows—Spirit beckoning,
Visions of open doors, unbound
Flimsy, falling, I am—exposed,
Inspection shows the fractures/cracks
In a heart that lies. Beyond good bones,
Flesh out fresh ways to build it back
Each board, screwed up—no room for
Truth
Room by room, the myths overtook,
Built their own walls, aged as my youth,
Is it my fault: lines
Blurred, lies shook?
This home’s sick—look at the attic,
Like an addict, thoughts on repeat,
Noise flows like radio static,
Ruts in floors formed by words that cheat
Now torn to bits, peace is
(Filling)
This vessel—this body’s renewed
Flesh is weak, but Spirit’s willing
Guard this heart from lies that intrude
Stripped to rubble, posture: humbled
My house is brought down, low to earth
He’ll rebuild foundations—crumbled,
With nails and blood, it’s time for birth
Bodies become a Meeting Place,
Where breath’s liturgical, rhythmic,
But ‘til the day I’m face to face
With The Carpenter—
I’m homesick.
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Author:
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Online) - Published: December 18th, 2025 12:36
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