It's All In the Spice...
I walked a defeated beaten Path...
One Day stopping clueless to do My Math.
I always top My food with My favorite Paprika Spice.
Amazed at the color on every plate served I slice.
The taste so odorless and undetectable...
Reminded me of times Life is incredible...
The smell definitely odorless;the words unfounded.
Upon My knees,now;Feeling very well rounded.
Now realizing the choice behind the brilliant color Red.
A sudden Breath I took as I used My head.
The Supreme Being glancing in My mind as this is read.
A lured by My Awakening I began to rejoice in prayer.
Flickers of My life passed By me as I stopped to stare.
Realization of Whom would light the very first match...
I felt the reaction as My mind unlock a certain Door Latch.
It was All about cooking with A Brilliant Red Spice.
Undetectable thoughts smashing in and breaking the ice.
Carelessly I lifted My Head to look up in the Skies.
A Supreme Being lurking over My Heart All the time.
A Spice even created in the Glory of God in Our Prime.
Colourlessness set in.I began looking up to take a nod.
I did not set out just seeking or searching for God.
Such Peace I bathed in to begin to realize an equation.
Guilelessness Became My New Spice of Life's invasions.
I can't answer Gods Questions or His Plan for Our Lives.
But often I see Him in My Paprika when I use My spice.
The Color of Paprika clues state God is The Demand.
Would Angels Pave His Glory in A Heavenly Hidden Land ?
Yes I would Imagine for all I have not seen teaches Me.
Teachings to trust A Creator for That Lives Undetectably.
For Colourlessness has caught My deprive Soul indeed.
All The Reds counted in variety of New thought We seed.
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