"Looking through my soul,
Not my eyes.
Vibration draws,
Patterns to your light.
Your energy collides,
It speaks to mine.
Beautiful whispers,
Colours intertwine." - Unknown
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IT WAS BELIEVED that I too was born just knowing things. Like how the trees would grow and the winds would talk.
I knew where the Heavens and the Earth enveloped one another ; a feat no man absent of God could ever discover.
And so I would to say unto the seeds from the trees when they were falling down that "I hope thee falls upon the softest of grounds." I knew they wouldn't be able to grow from asphalt.
Despite the rose that grew from concrete , flowers require soil to replenish its growing needs. It was just something I always knew , lived by and clung to. In this solace I was consoled because I never allowed God to part from my soul. Mine eyes were always on The Most High , and I know he watches over me as my liege and my guide.
That's why it was hard for me to comprehend why he would bare witness to my hardships without snatching me out of it , even at a young age.
I used to question it you know , I dared to question God. It stemmed from a place of not understanding deep within my broken heart.
Did he just merely see me as an unworthy seed? I would think that I must have fallen from a withering tree infected by poison onto infertile grounds and dead leaves. The environment disabled my ability to blossom into the flower I was destined to be , surrounded is me in thorns that are more than suffocating.
Perhaps instead when thine hath fallen down into a dark place , know that God plants no seeds that shall not be sown. As flowers grow and plants sprout out , thou shall bloom without any shadow of doubt.
It was believed that I was born just knowing things. Like how the trees would grow and the winds would talk.
I knew where the Heavens and the Earth enveloped one another ; a feat no man absent of God could ever discover.
And so I would to say unto the seeds from the trees when they were falling down that "I hope thee falls upon the softest of grounds." I knew they wouldn't be able to grow from asphalt.
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