Foggy Early Morning Rain

In a foggy early morning rain

I walk into the midst with a lit candle for God

The shadow of the Cross

is elongated and nested in front of me

no matter what direction I walk God is with me.

The candle will not blow out

even though the wind blows against my hair

the whirlpool of divinity is glowing

and it is emanating from me.

I was a child of Christ and now a man of Christ

fighting through the nets of my own Sin

I was a reborn Paul, which I know with certainty

for the Light and Love I cast

is from another World in another rain.

It’s not about adjectives, nouns or verbs

or the usage of a common language

that is now entirely of my own, and

power comes from the casting of its meanings

not just words alone.

Perhaps I have robbed the language

to convey that God is very much alive, in

the Prophets and Disciples

that have ultimately enriched their lives.

I walk this morning in the crystal rain

for it is my day to become baptized by God.

Each day I move closer to His throne

and it stirs in me

like a great event waiting to happen.

I am Gods vessel

and I have graciously allowed Him to govern me

against the black tide of our humanity.

I will face my own disbelievers

as I march straightforward into His paradise

and teach of His Way and Wisdom

looking to create a Christ consciousness

in this darkened World of Sin.

God will send into this World His device, to

Preachers, ordinary people

and fulfill Souls pending for a Spirit.

To be at Gods service is the ultimate plateau

as all men are reaching for material franchise

that will disappoint in the end.

The ego shall keep alive

the desperation of food and drink in a market

that is corrupt by its design.

Wicked eyes

will be seen by the Holy and the appointed

for no stone will be unturned

without the stench of its defecation present.

In the foggy early morning rain

I walk with God.