Hidden
Spring Season
Rattled in the demise of my own ignorance.
My ego grows as the world waters the pain away.
Does this alleviate my aches?
Does it matter when it does not belong to me?
You’ve taken the vain within, the fire no longer burns in their fuel.
I am risen by the Salvation of YHWHSH.
There will never be anyone beside The One.
Does my toe still count?
Does my stub even nub?
He shall revive the spirit in The Spirit.
“I shall not fear,” He instructed me so.
Find me in the Book of Psalms.
