Moving Amongst the OthersA Poem by F.GentilMy spiritual place, via my spiritual guide.
My heels gently rise, a rhythmic bouncing motion
As I sit in the computer chair, inclined slightly It gives the impression of a rocking chair, It gently squeaks, rhythmically As I give in to the serenity of the sound and the feeling of being rocked My eyes slowly close, My head gently rests on the top of the chair And like clockwork, I am visited by the spirit. I see a haze, then a veil of the blood of God covers me, The moment right before my spirit enters the physicality of this world, Where spirituality becomes a concept in physical form and not spiritual form, I see my birth. I see the blood pouring from the wound of my mothers abdomen I'm cut out like Caesar, Never seeing the birth canal, No pressure as I enter this world, Taken out of the womb, As if, the pain of being push through, Where bones shift, and the head crowns, didn't need to meet me, taken out in a perfect form. Only to have bones shifted and head crowns by the ill=creation of the spirits already here and those to come. As I see this bloody body, my physical me takes his first breath with a gasp, Within that gasp I enter into the eyes of my physical self. I see florescent lights Through squinted eyes still covered in birth. I feel the air brush against my tiny body. I notice the woman bloody on the table, And I wonder. Why did I come back? My mind already begins working, It battles with the spiritual mind, Principals, ideas of this world are going to be second nature While the first nature of spirituality will fade until I forget that I was once a spirit with him Seeing how all my life would play out, Him and I watch in the cosmos, both looking at each other with the knowledge that our plan will work. That's what makes his love so amazing, He allowed us all to preview this life before we came, Some wanted money, others fame. Some just wanted to play sports, others just wanted to make games. Then some wanted to create pain, And hurt, wars, and fights, He knew this, but like parents teaching their kids wrong from right, He allowed them to feel this emotion that should not be. So when heaven would be made it would be the ideas that brought happiness. He knew where this world would lead We only knew what he wanted us to in our creations. As I create my destiny, my path, my predetermine journey.. He asks me. "Are you sure you want to experience all of these things I have laid my son? The success, the failure, the strength, the weakness," I reply, "If It will allow me to spread your message dad, Yeah. . . .For you anything." And here I was remembering these things as I was carefully wiped from my fathers ancient blood, over my newly created body. My ideas had not left me, The images of the future were still with me. As I gained this earthly knowledge My spiritual knowledge would be challenged. For I knew the outcome, then. I'm wrapped and clean, arms pressed against chest, and I'm given into my mother's arms. I feel the outcome now, At times when I feel as my message is left unheard, I know he hears me, Through the most unreal situations He has brought me out like he did those in Egypt. When weariness whispers give up, I look to him and ask for strength. I just hope that when I finish my mission, When his message is no longer condemn because everyone believes he is a condemner But, he is just the most loving being of all. When the spiritual connection is found within and not outside He will bring heaven. . . I open my eyes and here I am typing. Not all of what I say, can be understood. It just can only be felt. I understand that. He just wants it to be felt. ...if you feel it... Welcome to his love. © 2013 F.Gentil |
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Added on August 9, 2013 Last Updated on August 9, 2013 AuthorF.GentilLafayette, LAAboutWhen I was a youngin' I would write because I enjoyed creating stories. I grew up with friends of many different religious backgrounds. Therefore, I learned tolerance and respect at a very young age. .. more..Writing
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