~
FOR I WAS HUNGRY ~
---
MATTHEW 25 : 35 – 40 ---
A
POET'S REVERBATION
FOR
I WAS HUNGRY
EXPERENCING
THE STRAVATION OF MY SOUL
THE
DRY RIVER BEDS ~ MY SPIRITUAL BONES GONE COLD
FOUND
MYSELF PANHANDLING FOR CRUMBS OF LAUGHTER
AND
MOMENTS THAT WOULD GIVE BIRTH TO SMILES
I
WAS BEGGING AIMLESSLY
FOR
DIRTY COINS TO BECOME GOLDEN OPPORTUNITIES OF ENCOURAGEMENT
AND
THE TEARS OF A CHILD WHO IS NOW GROWN
SEEKING
GOD'S SPEAKING IN EVERY PASSER-BY
AND
THERE IN THE STORMY WEATHER OF MY LIVING
ARRIVED
A
GROCEROR, A BAKER, AND A CULINARY CHEF OF DIVINE HOPE
MANIFESTED
AS THREE WOMEN REACHING DOWN AND SAYING
''
WE ARE GOING PRAY FOR YOU ''
''
STAND UP SON ''
WHEN
I WAS THRISTY
CHOKING
ON THE DUST OF MY HORRIFIC CHOICES
MILLIONS
OF MILES AWAY FROM ANY SALUTATIONS
OR
GRAND FESTIVITIES OF A SUCCESS IN MY LIFE
YOUR
CUPPED HANDS POURED HEAVENLY PARENTAL LOVE ALL OVER ME
THE
UNIVERSES OF MERCY AND GRACE QUENCHED ME
BEYOND
ANY OF OUR HUMAN COMPREHENSION
WHEN
I WORE THE GARMENTS
OF
A PHYSICAL AND SPIRITUAL STRANGER
THE
AROMA OF SELF-DESTRUCTION FILLING THE AIR AROUND ME
THE
DAILY TORMENT OF WHETHER GOD HEARD ME
PEOPLE
DETOURING AROUND ME
PEOPLE
IGNORING ME
PEOPLE
UNABLE TO SEE THE ENDLESS GLOW IN MY HEART
THAT'S
WHEN GOD'S GRACE ARRIVED
CHOSE
ME
LIKE
JOB, LIKE LAZARUS
AND
GUIDED ME TO THE REFUGE OF BIBLICAL SCRIPTURE
~
I HEARD THE RUMBLING IN MY SOUL ~
~
JEREMIAH 29: 11 – 13 GROOVING WITH HOPE ~
NOW
FULLY SPIRITUAL CLOTHED
NOURISHED
AND HEALED OF CHILHOOD-MANHOOD FOOLISHNESS
DELIVERED
FROM THE PRISON OF MY GORILLIAS
I
GOTTA STRIVE, I GOTTA THRIVE, I GOTTA SURVIVE
TO
DEDICATE AS A DAILY CHORE
TO
BE A LIFE OF RESTORED BLESSED BREATH LIFE
~
AN EMBER OF GOD'S SALVATION ~
BY
THOMAS N. CORBETT 3RD
TNC3
SEPTEMBER
2015
