A Reluctant Tool
Strong willed in desires to achieve
Awaken right after the summer’s fall
Coldness of winter is a reality of shivers
My Lord, my lord why have I been forsaken?
You see my foundation had been shaken
Cause of destruction was from my own construction
As the plan’s of men, were not to be a finality
Misunderstanding and pride lead me to rely exclusively,
On works from my mind’s creation , I am mistaken
For my actions are backfiring and I’m backpedalling
Thrust back even further than initial inceptions!
As I cry tears of spoilage, despising my present?
Divinely I’m given the gift of life, assuming no accounting
Taking this life for granted, as I planned for my soul’s beneficial
Way to young to see clear paths to true perfection’s essence
Performed through series of circumstances directed, I’m acting
Way after memories have burned through generations, occurring
As pawns and emissaries of good and evil intentions or renditions
Born Again and in 2nd Comings, 360 degree turning…..manifested
To live or die is neither plus or minus universally or consequentially
Concerned only for me I only see what is plain insight, unseen
Fighting the light of day and the dark of night, to stay here
Righting the wrongs for others I smite, but sharing their plight
Or flight as the truth in trajectory, of temporary arrivals,
Succumbing to ego’s trip for its own puny unbridled survival
Bigger is the Plan, Deeper than the most Righteous mind’s clarity
For the role I play is always in servitude, to my Father’s mission
The Father who seeded my world, and filled my mind with pearls
Jewels to maintain a sustenance, Jewels that garner covetousness
Whether a beggar, who is a marionette, or fauna who animates
I am always the Reluctant Tool, used by my Father to build faith
and continuous-unity!
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