end

A great stab found its way into my heart,
as I felt my possessions being thrown from my hand’s grasp.
Fear had frosted my eyes,
along with the rest of my body.
I felt as though my body weighed one thousand pounds,
and my cloths were another five hundred.
My balance was torn from me.
I toppled for a moment,
hoping to gain strength.
I knew it was no use,
to even try a mite.
As my body started to sink,
my mind arose.
Not to brilliant plans of escape,
as it might have done weeks before,
but to review the last
minutes,
.
.
.

hours,
.
.
.

days,
.
.
.

weeks,
.
.
.

months,
.
.
.

years,
.
.
.

of my life.
No one seemed to care,
that I had so many burdens,
so many cares,
so many problems to endure,
all alone,
in this vast cursed world.
At last my hurled body,
had found the hard rigged surface that it waited for each time.
The screams,
the shouts,
all as boggling as a frightful blizzard.
Would I ever be rescued?
Shoved,
slammed.
Just one time?
The commotion was thick around me,
a blur I didn’t want to comprehend.
All the sounds and swirls slowed,
but one,
yet all still remained.
That one remained,
long and strong.
Ignoring all the rest.
Why would one,
how could one,
survive these wretched blasts?
Why for me?
No one else would dare.
Muffled footsteps,
muffled voice,
and yet how clear it rang within my ears.
My rescuer came,
without a knife,
without a gun.
My rescuer came,
with a gold trimmed book.
That gold trimmed book,
is now my gold trimmed sword.

-- kinza
january 30th 2008

Blinded

BLINDED

It's What We Are And What We Will Always Be
We're Human What Can I Say
We're Ignorant And As Stubborn As Mules

. . . Most Of The Time . . .

But Then The Other Part Of The Time
It Clicks In With Us
We Heard
We Listened
To What God Had To Say

It's In Our Nature To Be In Control
But Why Should We Care
Or Even Dare
When Christ Is Here
It's Like We Can't Fully Trust Him
Now What's That For Nonsense

He Knows That We're Ignorant
And As Stubborn As Mules
He Knows We Need Him
And Sooner Than Later We All Know That Too
However Sometimes We Need That Little Reminder