Messenger
A soft whisper with the strength of gale force winds called my name.As I stood in the opening at the beginning of time,
no one knew my purpose,
not even myself.
All I knew was that my god had sent me forth;
And that I would go forward without question.
He knows I am as lost to my purpose,
As a newborn cub without his mother.
So when I least expect it,
he comes to me and gives me guidance.
By the time I realize his presence
he is long gone from me.
Yet; His parable is branded upon my mind.
This glorious God,
Has made this writer into a pen,
To mark the ones true of heart
to be bypassed by the destroyer;
That cometh after me!
TREVON CREATIONS
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