BORN TO FLY

I can see them gather around me
Sharpening their knives for the kill
Knowing I will not stand and fight
Anticipating fear that will ooze from the steal

I can feel the weight of the matter
Like a soldier under the horse he saddled
Crushing the bones with every breath
Both waiting for the sickle of death

~ to TAKE~

With my last, I SCREAm....to my love
"Come to me quickly, lest the enemy feast
...on the flesh that clings to my bones
Please, my LOVE, lighten the load of this....BEAST!"

Then, I hear the voice of the enemy
"See, He delays, you have been deceived
He will not come for you...pointless journey
Oh, but you will pay for all you've believed."

"My LOVE, the enemy is waiting for you
To change circumstances
Some stupid "Rags to Riches" story
No, no my love....my journey
Will be summed up by nothing less
Than LOVE being full, getting ALLLL the glory."

I say, to you, my enemy,
"Though you surround and ground
Replicate and multiply my woes
With every move you make
My faith in MY LOVE, only grows

You will see me and my LOVE
Unite in the sky
Because I've left the worm...behind
Now, I'm ready to fly."

Note: We must never pick up natural weapons to fight a spiritual war. God fights for us. We, in a yielded position, knowing He, alone, owns it all, and we own nothing, cooperate with His movement. Flow with Love my siblings.