mutesi Patience

And so I prayed…”Dear love, whenever you come around next time, please come on in pure and clean, peaceful and fulfilling”. Love heard and dropped in through innocence that was once judged by a sinful world. Loved heard by plea to belong and blessed me with the gift of using the pen a little better…

She was tired of relenting about the pain at heartIt hurt. Her heart, the pond of gold ached like that gum desperate to spit a toothShe, was a feather trying to stand in the storm,Light like the tears always rolling down her bluffy cheeksand delicate like the little self strained in her tired mindHer mind…

It’s been the longest morning at the tickle of the hour,

He is the lord who speaks the language of re-buildingHe specializes in picking up the broken piecesHis mercy over shadows the tears of life as grace wakes me up to the much I carry in himBeauty from ashesMessages from messesHe loves the broken, extends love to the forsakenHe is the lord who rebuilds the shattered…

Strength is the smileI gift the world every second

The sound echoing beyond the edges limited by the clock Time has a soundand a voice in the many clashesby the hand of desperation Am not in the manySoaring up the cloudsof compromise   My future holds a pen   Scribing a legacy beyond the  Degrees of time bearing an identity of oneWho has walked with…