“Idol”

by A_F_R_O_W

No-one,

is your idol.

No thing.

No Body.

No-one,

has the power,

to delay, or distract you.

Nor,

does their presence,

do you,

any favours.

You came here,

dressed in

antique-gold Blessings.

Dripping,

with riches of Giftings,

to savour,

which, only you,

can reveal.

No-one,

can steal it,

from you.

It is yours,

this Mantle,

to heal,

through who you are.

What you do,

is, quite, miraculous.

You are a cadenza,

of condensed stars.

Light, exudes.

You, truly, came,

to be

the precious glue,

that binds,

unbroken ties,

in, Clarity.

To clarify,

with, Heartfelt, Authenticity,

the malcontent,

of, those, despicable.

They will despise,

but you came, not,

to idolise the fear.

Pre-Ordained

and

Destined,

are the reasons,

you are here.

Whilst they fantasise,

you epitomise the Glory,

which is your Origination.

From station,

to station,

you visit,

Nation,

after Nation

and,

summise the very best,

of Creation.

Serve,

the Feast of Fellowship,

in a famine,

made of glamourising scandal.

Vandalising, sure, Serenity.

But,

keep moving through.

No-one, holds a candle, to you.

One, in Unity,

vibrates and rings, true…

with the enduring message,

you spread, liberally…

It is never, too late,

to live in

Perfect Peace

and

Heavenly Harmony.

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