Poetry

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Finally
on the other side
of the wall.

For so long
pounding, pounding.
and now.

The room of Peace,
this ameba has squeezed
through the tiniest crack.

Don’t care how I came in.
I take that back,
I may need to remember.

For when a lack of
repentance…not
that will never happen again…

because I’ve been in
the room. The glorious
room.

It’s really not about
the room. It’s about Who's
in the room.

Come get me some twine,
I will wrap it around Him
and I…

I bind, I bind
Myself to His mind.
so fine…

I wrap, I wrap
myself in His will.
And still…

I hug and caress
His truth in
His breath.

My feet and my hands
may they take up
His plans.

I let go
I set free
all hostility.

I break up
and smash
pain pinching thoughts.

of old memories.
They just leave.
They don’t cleave.

Neutralized
is that old baggage.
Now it’s just luggage.

I put in the closet
Where it belongs.
Not heavy.

The foxes
they leave,
leave us alone.

They don’t
bother no more
because love

Is stronger
than the darkness now
and knows so.

I shall not
leave this zone
by words

Of any kind
of hurt or curse,
they shall not entice.

Cuz I walk
through the spice yards
of love.

Peppered and
salted and flavored
by His presence.

My heart has been
lassoed and
wooed and…

Found itself
filled in being
a fool.

With these keys
that bind
and loose.

Beyond saved
I've been set
free

To be the me
I was destined
to be.

But now
I just rest
in this joyful peace.

The desert time
has ceased
and transparency released.

And He is pleased
to give me
the Kingdom.


Mat 16:19

H. Stone © 2005

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