The thing about poison that's so deceptive is the fact that its appearance never really reflects it damage
The posture is steady or limp depending on the environment
The touch usually smooth and endearing
Presence calm and seemingly undisturbing
Poison always has a fore warning that the victims or spectators observe from prior experiences or species of the same kind
So what about mine?
Standing tall like a Sequoya of our kind
Presence soft, like Cashmere and fine
The poison I willingly stood close by ,so willingly swooned by
The thing about poison that's so hard is that it makes you go to where its from
A place deep and dark, where it draws its strength
Where its roots lie trying to escape ,to get to the sun
Because In darkness even the darkest beings want some
So why do we continuously take life altering journey's to its depth?
We've read about it before
Helped heal others who were sore
Even know the antibody through first hand experiences
Tasted His power
And have had dosages of His saving power
But climbed from underneath his arms
running through the fields we go, endeavoring to be brave all on our own
Masking rebellion with courage ...we go head first
Our eyes bigger than the stomach of our flesh… we hunger for more
Not understanding the damage and its depth
No you see..its not only the flesh that gets the poison
Its the blood stream , the life of the being who's infected
See all of you is at stake because you brushed by something ,the real damage undetected
You went deeper because the first encounter went without a sting
The trick is the misdiagnosis so it can continue to do its infecting...
WE tread along with wounds of pride and false searches of remedies
Bypassing help, because we're scared of what it means
We know the steps we take are wrong ,because it boggles you with every move that you make
Deeper and deeper we go,
So like a whisper in the wind does the Voice of God seem
You know you hear him but your determination is else where
The decision like a hunch back on a balance beam
Taking uncertain steps already bent from the process
Pressing for more of what tastes good
Thinking of the place where you once stood
Pleasing the emotions of your ever changing heart
Don’t know when to stop ,you look back at the start
Asking questions because now the sting has begun to penetrate
Now you've tasted the pain and then the rain
the eyes of the soul begin to shed tears
The salt the preserves and heals leaks from a place unknown to you
Drip by drip you you begin to come to......
Not all poison is obviously in its sting
Some have the most beautiful covering
SO what protects you? What keeps you?
Is life by chance, lived by chance or is there a lesson in every step?
I wont say that all journey’s are self determined and dependent upon personal direction.
God determines that,
I will say that the Love of God is the only thing that proves to be a cure.
By Keoka L....
"Its not always the plant itself.....but the seeds"
