Find More Time To Get It Right!

I am so glad that my words came together in this poem. Sometimes just walking and truly meditating on vibrations of nature, brings clarity.

Ezekiel 37:3. And He said to me, "Son of man, can these bones live?

Dry bones

You have to speak to them

So God can hear you.

A place so familiar

Yet not seen as important

As a function

As something to worry about.

I know some individuals

At this point,

Can pick up those

Dry bones

And run with them.

They finally saw

What it is

God

Had for them to do.

Finally found their voice.

Finally can make a difference

And put some outrageous things

To rest.

Heck,

If its any wealth in it,

Won't it be worth it!

If there's any getting to be got

Wouldn't it be

On the list

To be completed.

What's that saying?

By any means necessary.

Is it me and you

Or is

God

Still on His throne

Waiting for you.

To see

This madeness in me.

Maybe!