Of unifying thought.
I wish for a portfolio
Of things I have been taught.
I get up every morning,
Then bible at my side
I sit with soul wide open
To catch what air would hide.
Resonance of frequencies
Not easy to translate
Betray invisible forces
Exerted to change my fate.
I’m called to illustration,
Describing what I sense,
Exposure of these mysteries.
Truth is the best defence.
I skip around from theme to theme
Recording all I hear,
Seeking through cross reference
For patterns to appear.
Whilst preserving the entirety
Of sense I have discerned,
I am required to summarize
To present what I have learned.
Through poetry I sow my seed
But don’t have to declare it.
Side stepping doctrinal criticism,
By the way I choose to share it.
Twelve is a number that’s complete.
That’s what I’m aiming for.
I’ll push ’til the assignments done
And then I’ll write twelve more!