Mercy cometh
to the weary
when all that can
be bared
is thought to be
history
not cause I say so
merely do I remind
by translation
of that which I
know from my
lifetime
to be true...

Faith feeds fortitude
and starves fear
until nothing can be
grown within your soil
but that of divinity
manifested in
the fruits of the labor
of the way of the world
baring the blessing
of something
far more esoteric
and not meant
to be grasped by
just any with hands
without work...

Grace
can't be stolen
borrowed or bought
only bestowed
upon those being
given the gift
of not being forsaken
despite their
short comings
and sightedness
proof that too
do they remain
in view...

Hallelujah
for constants
in storms and
the songs written
in the mist of 'em
speaking the
gospel of the soul
into existence
for when the present
ceases to be
and the past is
wondered were
the parables
put into proverbs
and preserved...

Peace be still
for you to find
study and take in
much like the Creator
unnecessary to define
simply is Greater
by design
and present
for the partaking
all the time

Ashe', Amen, Selah, Salaam