PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Cross my arms
And cross my heart
Why is it that baskets woven
into a womb of reverence abhor the light?
I cross my arms not in judgement but laid down
Not to bare but bare your own
There is a an imaginary war that God has already won
Think and blink in disbelief
How can the cross accept the sword
and love it still sheathed in the darkness
Aimed at the soul.
Men burn fears, God releases.
I accept all that is of this making
none more superior than the other
Hide yourself in your self woven tomb
The cracks of light will always reach you
As will the dark all of divines own making
The accusation of jugdement you bestow upon me
Is best returned to your marked crown
I have no use to be Godlike
I don't envy or fear,
I have only to revere in the mysteries of the creative force
God has won because Of the love for you
in spite of your self and your mankind thoughts of sin
Your creative drive is a mirror of this creator of yours
And never can you, although turned away in shame
Be released from the hold you will always and ever be in the fold.
God is all.
Shun and recoil I won't do this again.
Fight your cause and bare your swords
I will stand and cross my arms
Safe in the halls of divine acceptance of all
I cross my heart and hope to fly,
And pray you will too.