Chapter Four:
The Strikes of Life_______________________________
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WHAT DOESN'T KILL YOU makes you stronger , it only provides you the strength to continue in stride.
But what if you've been mustering through tribulation for so long you'd rather lose the fight?
Mine weakened knees quake in the night causing thy legs to wobble whilst I step once more , striving for what I don't even truly comprehend anymore. Heavy gruff breaths escape my lungs as I still try. The ambition to continue on lessens by each time I earn another stripe against my bruising back from the whip that life strikes.
Believe it or not I wasn't at all times a man whom proved to be this uptight. I used to smile more. I had been a cheerful spirit with a soul of purity. When I was a ripening fruit , I held onto understandings of the phenomenas surrounding me that no one else possessed and it truly came to be quite the gift. I thank God for the ability thou hath blessed me with at the time of my accouchement.
Yet and still I stood under the truth that since The Most High gave me this gift , I had to be able to comprehend all the Enemy would forge , scheme , trick , lie , and place into play to take away what was righteously mine. To seek , steal , and destroy what God ordained unto me ; the most precious gift of all , that irrefutably being Him. Through He , I am made able to fathom his mysterious ways and how is it he works throughout the Creation around me. I understand the way in which he told the caterpillars to cocoon and blossom into a butterfly. How he told the wind to blow , to whistle through the trees and ruffle their leaves for the insects of the earth to have food fall to their aid.
I had to make peace with the actuality that a mind , body , and soul like mine would be put through the ultimate test of life. I'd have to be put through atrocities unnecessary to me , reaping karma that was not rightfully entitled.
For the worst of things always happen to the best of people , and me being not only God's child but him being my best friend made me an enormous target.
ALL OF US ARE.
This was a veracity I had been obligated to recollect. I was never alone in watching The Almighty and his every move , he always had many and plenty other children here on earth too.
"Doni , not now!" I sucked my teeth as I turned right at the stop sign.
"I'm just saying man , you could really loosen up some. You don't even come over on Super Bowl Sunday's anymore." He rolled his eyes.
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The Book of Everlasting Life
Espiritual"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