Mystical-though not
I held grip
The windows of his soul
Shades of fair and ginger came radiating -
I knew the sweetness of this paradox
I felt the familiar delight of a Higher Being
I held his hand -though not
For the shield between us
Kept him safely in the embrace of tranquility
Luminous kept playing
Inside the Poet that is I
Who needed to capture this moment
When my dear brother was born again
-though not
(ask me about this one..lol)
His eyes watered up as he wore his orange outfit, he said, "Sis, I asked God for peace and He gave it to me." He cried, I cried and I remembered the first time I cried out in desperation and felt God's peace, ...that passes all understanding, that day was the beginning of my path towards Jesus. It wasn't until a few years later that I asked God for forgiveness of my sins and knew as long as we hold on to Jesus, His peace will carry us through all sorts of difficulties life brings us.
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