Wisdom

[artsfartsyjanet]

A Passing Storm

Monsoons and floods can water-down my faith.
The dirt has left me coughing in your dust.
Your lightning pierces through my flesh,
And still, you can look in my face and laugh.

You silenced all the shouting from my voice
To show the facade of your innocence.
Your sea of discontent leaves me to drown
Like quicksand swallowing me whole.

Erupting lava pouring down my spine,
Typhoons erasing the oasis to freedom’s land
Between the earthquakes that rumble
Shaking me into hell’s existence.

But in fact, your cruel intentions are blind to see
That this wisdom I've gained has empowered me

To realize how little you actually mean
because God sees you like He sees a seed.

Then it inevitably causes my sense of wonder
how relatively little you are in the weather.

[Flint]

In general, as humans I think we tend to make events and situations bigger then they really are. But to really understand this concept we have to step outside our comfort zone and look in. Once this happens, I think everything will seem irrelevant and trivial and finally we can come to a terms with it.

Did that make any sense to you?....or did I just interpret your work all wrong?

[artsfartsyjanet]

it makes snse to me. sorry for the delayed response. somehow this poem got lost in the midst of everyone else's threads.