I believed I could mold it—
that if I kept my voice measured
and my reasons alluring, debauched, persuasive,
the wrong thing would come out clean.
I drank the elixir that coronates a man
without asking where his kingdom lies,
a liquid that turned appetite into law.
I mistook wanting
for knowing.
Everyone stood silent while I tried
to forge it into shape.
I don’t live that high anymore.
I recognize who sits on the throne
and how little He needs my engineering.
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Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Mighty recognition in this write of fantasy and reality and in those with faith in a higher power what divides the two That elixir many have tried and many have died survivors being a few. Excellent write my friend
Thank you.
You are most welcome, Thomas
Such a Powerful story here. Enjoyed.
Thanks
Thomas, there’s a strong movement here…from trying to control and shape everything into what you want, to recognizing something greater already in place. That shift from wanting to knowing, and then letting go of that need to engineer it all…it carries real weight. Really well done. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you, my friend.
Sometimes the world is not enough, not with other worlds to conquer.
Mind you, that was yesterday, today is another day to play.
Wonder if Trump feels like this.
Thanks, Paul.
Amen.
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