History of the Man

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A ballad. This piece is published in The Ronin Express, volume II. available on Amazon.com April, 25 2017.

Submitted: October 01, 2012

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This is the history of a man

Holding my future in his hand

He spoke to me as if I was a Lady

I have been one ever since:

 

Revelations lay in time gone past

Speaking volumes of a mind forecast

To be a burden and an ugly cross to bear

No hope at all,  A damning voice declared

 

Rue the day a babe fell ill

Mountains reduced to lonely hills

Appear that man who loved me so

And swore he had no stone to throw

 

Unshackle me, a slave set free

Entrusted spirit's royalty

The ocean's deep, dark waters rise

Deceitfully...........Fear magnifies

 

Confidence shattered, as a vase of roses will

Golden dust blown out of a window sill

Through the ashes of a fire snuffing out

Angel upholding crippled wings, no doubt

 

Whispers of a ghost, frail sanity wanes still

I hold you close my dear, through days of holy hell

Trials come what may, per agony of grief

Vanishing sins, akin the hardened thief

 

Here am I, a rescued shame

I vow my breath to bless Your Name

His tender hands unkindle tears

Else scared to death ten thousand fears

 

A proud man, no.  A wise one: Yes

Noble as he? Sight fail suggest

A mustard seed he sowed indeed

Yet how a man sows, less than a man reap

 

Can this be done? A soul retrieved?

Behold: Surprise- The Prince of Peace

A vine sprouts forth the garden lattice

Displays the past as merely practice

 

The vine is strong, his roots shot deep

What come dark day; that you could eat?

Be careful lips of what you say

You know not how a curse you lay

 

To damn a babe as sun to shade

Save judgments rash, strike YHVH's wrath

As for the man, he doth declare:

From one spark grows a woman fair

 

To a friend who sticks closer than a brother, The El Shaddai. Almighty YHVH, Your Name is exalted through all time and space. Yours truly,

The least of these

Glinda Gail Bustamante  

 

You can save a lot on college by learning calligraphy and making your own diploma.


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