DeepWaters

They come as light, ever shining bright. They make you want to come alive. They are like water bubbles in sight. Igniting the flow seen in hives. Their words flow like running rivers. Their discourse never cease like snow, or run out like arrows in the quiver. For a second, they are cheesed off, ignoring what pissed them off, cause they move with the tide, paddling hard on the side. They walk tall, with looks quite bossy. They best define flurry. Never a dull moment with their paddies. So great at embarrassing. Should you ever tell them a secret. be ready to pay the levy, for they are like flowing water coming down from the mountain. Like baskets that can't hold water. They can love to the fullest. In devotion the strongest. Their strength is not limited Orators among the dictators. They go with facts and hardly slack.

Held in the valley of volition, The multitude that lacked discretion. Drunk under the influence of deception, Made the decision out of discombobulation. Barabbas, the son of Abbas; His name says, he is the son of the father. The people had their druthers, Yes, the criminal standing close to the father. The cross in the middle, awaits the one chosen by the people; Its job was to hold darkness, But what it saw coming was brightness. What druthers should we have over Jesus? The one who came, remained focus to save us. Is it Barabbas that once used us? Wrong decision in death could have us.

Confined to a point of no relief. Pinned down by shackles piloting grief. Blinded by the shadows of disbelief. staged in a position where the knee embraces the ribs. Paralyzed by fear of the unknown, they remain in their comfort zone. Deprived of the joy that is untold, not knowing they live in a war zone. Restricted to their distress cage, not long they begin to age. awakened by their wage, their feet shocks with rage. Be not accustomed to a certain place. for there lies ahead a land of grace. Run from the cage to prevent a graze. Then shocking feet won't come to place.