...days when metals in waistlines add kilos to shallow weights! On the face is that smile -that hideous smile concealing...yet revealing to those who know...Today babes dock behind keyboards to cast aspersions at unseen faces...You aint mad...but smile ..you smile..you smile for the preachers words..they come creepy on the mind, stealth like long gone moves in long gone days... Theres a time for everything..a time to give...a time to bare... The words heal you..grant you closure at ghostly years... haunting memories... Then the eyes rove on ancient hills... redemption...miracles... salvation...You fall on your kneels...In gratitude..for today 2 thousand years gone..and counting...You know the journey wouldnt have been without grace...undeserving....Today the waistlines are free, the shoulders light...you remain a soldier...you know..but on another course...in another war and another cause...for another purpose...Grace! You smile again. Bliss. *Djinees Over Killing It, suiting for the Friday of Redemption*
Posted on: Fri, 18 Apr 2014 20:20:35 +0000