When the soul—it blends

with a spiritual strength

for all the sinful pain

shall be washed away at length.

Left to purge—so this path

shall soon come to merge.

 

Let it be love

that we shall now speak of.

Love is but a movement

built from the mystic

which moves so free

skipping between moment to moment.

 

Yet in the folly of fear

comes a demonstrated doubt

so to be scared

filled full of this doubt

is what we all

must learn to live without.

 

Love is something

—it radiates within

especially when the head

and the heart no longer bend.

Instead they blend

thriving in the depth

of a single Holy Breath.

 

Fear it runs so fast

along the surface of all

leaving the truth behind

while hope loses itself only to stall.

 

But hope will hold tight

with the freewill

to latch upon the roots

of what has always been right.

It grows so stout, yet still

beneath a steady light

reaching for that which stands

in the palm of God’s hand.

 

For fear shall wither

in the light of this love.

What is fear but a wilted weed

that shall soon give way

to a thousand of love’s planted seeds

within this literary forest of trees.

 

Love is of a treasure

an inner wealth built

by the feature of God.

 

Fear—but an element

that divvies up the creature

with the herd’s temperament

of those who claim to serve His word.

But it is the unconditional love for God

from which they swerve.

 

Love is the freshness

beating in the center of your chest.

As a prayer echoes silent

it is the love inside you

that only took Him but a moment

to build us best.

 

And it is faith that winds down

this spiritual path

that shall lead us to the bliss

of Heaven’s eternal bath.

 

For fear is but a fallen tree

blocking the way

in a quarrelsome kind of fray

redirecting the truth

towards the burden of a fool’s proof.

 

One should know it to be true

that fear is fire and love is light

when all is fire and love has lost its sight

fear is fueled by a fool’s might.

 

But when a man has a match

with a flame ready to strike.

Upon the roots of God he must latch

And His love inside

that spreads so far,

so eager and very wide.

 

For it’s a fire so wild

that he must ignite.

If only to keep love

forever walking upright.

BeLove © 2018


 

My roots are buried in the Dirty South. I grew up learning the importance of God and Southern Charm. I began writing in my late teens mostly through heartbreak and music. I moved out west 15 years ago and live right around the corner from the Fountain Of Youth. Most people refer to it as Lake Tahoe. I play Chef during the day and search for ways to save the world by night, through reading, writing, and believing. I enjoy the side of life that is less abrasive. I look forward to joining you on my quest through Spiritual Sobriety with the Promised Land as our ultimate destination.

Leave a Reply

%d bloggers like this: