MESSENGER
A soft whisper with the force of Gale force Windscalled 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 with out question.
He knows I am as lost to his 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 physical 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.
To purify Our New Existence!
TREVON CREATIONS
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