Confusion in Grace


Confusion in Grace

Confusion in Grace

I am confusion
illusion, grace challenged
perplexed in situations
I face feeling like
that of Job,
foundation flipped total
360 as Matrix 

Reloaded, time ticks
mind unsettled for
the site of
the sight I
see, ruffled as
pringle potato chips
confusion is grace

I have been
told now how
will my life
story unravel, unbreak,
shaken upside down
how shall confusion
and grace’s story
yet unfold?

evil knocked on
my door, nearly
dropped to the
floor don’t dare
question God’s validity

I tell myself
each day a
remolding of a new
home I pray
in the midst I
kneel and pray
as I live
a life of an
underground man, not
knowing the hour,
time nor next
command; I await

God’s lessons of
approval, space within
these walls of
my soul I
find no peace
for she took
it from me
random words upon
random dreams I
have now seen
the unseen, sittting
in its Ungodly
vision lacking the
knowledge of how
to move on

I still walk,
visioning grace in
chaos, humility somewhere
sometime someday
someway, the rocks
of my very
foundation will hence
find their way
back; rebuilt again
within the Berlin
Walls of a
confusions conscious cave.

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