Black Poetry : spiritual walk

[dnommo]

In the midst I cry longing
for a touch of your hand
day and day I strive to see
that you are still here with me

my father...why are you gone?
have I done something wrong?
could it be that I am no longer
a child who sits next to you?

Here’s a thought to all who have
seen the true key to your life...
could you survive in this world
if you didn’t live in his light?

could you see truth in words spoken
by so many who try to reach parts of
you that only the trinity calls home?
the key...the key...where is the key?

to this place of spiritual opportunity?
Do you know? Do you KNOW? do...you...
flow like David the shepherd speaking
with all the Master’s call on his life?

and yet he didn’t even see...he didn’t
even see...all he did was...believe that
a mere stone wrapped in leather would
destroy the Goliath in his life;

where is your...where is your...when you're
on a trip to nowhere town steadily going
down, down, down to the land of the under-
ground where seasons of pain never ends;

come ride with me and you shall see that
the true believer is in you and me....

 

[dnommo]

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[$$RICH$$]

a wonderful piece of art who can't see the truth in it
very well pose'd brutha D.

 

[Rashad]

Bless you Brutha! Bless you!

 

[watzinaname]

No, we could not survive without his light, no matter how dim it may seem at times. So true, flow on brotha.