I write to be heard!

How can we see or hear, when the eyes and ears fade away?

That dark little space that craves the kindled flames of our Lord and Savior, to be heard and validated by the warm shining light, is all that's left......

The shells of our bodies shed along with delusions becoming reality, the unknown is found.

How do we love again when our souls have been jaded?

The resistance to humble ourselves and admit our deepest darkest truths to God engulfs our world like a black hole in the heavens.

The mind is sucked in like water in the sand. Not only are we sinking, our truth becomes silenced as we absorb the toxic.

How do we rise up and cleanse ourselves from the very roots we grew from with out a say?

We take them with us, they've rocked and weeded and until someone digs, the overgrowth becomes stronger.

Our voices become tired as we rest with our thoughts. Manifestation is brewing every time a seed of faith is planted.

How are we heard when the other is mentally checked out and offers no empathy?

The fire torches those ratchet black and gooey branches falsely pinning us down to the old roots.

The silence is all that's left so that the mind can be one with god again.

We write. We pray. We are heard.