Many, LORD my God, are the wonders you have done, the things you planned for us. None can compare with you; were I to speak and tell of your deeds, they would be too many to declare.
Artists need a few basics to start off with their drawings, mainly a dot and few lines. We use them as a guide to form shapes, body parts and emotions; the rest of the details are founded by a few simple scrawls. That’s how we do it. Nothing magnificent appears like magic in an instant.
God does not draw with just lines. He draws with mountains. Planets. Stars. Galaxies. Every drop is a universe and every universe is a drop. Talk about grand! This Artist knows how to be extravagant, and His work is beyond the numbers we use to measure. Yep. Big things, I tell you. So big that you wouldn’t be able to see the whole picture with your own two human eyes.
You say home is a feeling and I
am a wanderer
looking for a place to
There are empty houses left
when mortgages are not
paid on time
Windows are shattered and walls
by thief and trespassers, taking hearts
and body parts
go. you don’t need someone
to tell you when to take
there’s no one to push you on
the road you need to travel
listen to your gut-feel, to the
beating of your heart
when it starts to whisper
“it is time.”
I wasn’t there when everything happened, all at once. When you were lured into a pool of bad thoughts, of hatred, of cusses and curses people around you salivate with. I wasn’t there when you first had a curio of blood, when you thought of pinning a blade on your skin, when you started making friends with death. I wasn’t there when you were suck in a vacuum of anger, of hate, of frustration. When you look at yourself in the mirror and cease to believe you are beautiful.