A Deeper Thickened Love
by J'Wellsloveforgivenessself worth
Will a deeper thickened love be developed in me,
Where I learn to see people through the love in me.
Not the wickedness awakened by the poisonous tree.
Which severed the connection between my neighbor and me.
Nullify myself before the people I meet.
Alleviates conflicts so we can live in harmony.
The clash of our ego, assertion of our will.
I feel what is hidden to most.
Cloaked in a coat perceived as reality.
What does that mean?
There is the unseen and the coat is the screen.
Like living in a dream, the imagination is king.
False pleasures appearing real spring up like fountains,
Increase gaps between mountains.
Known as valleys laden with death.
Death being separation from our help.
Our creator. The reason Yeshua wept.
We're too distracted to follow the Shepherd's steps.
So we're lost sheep groping in darkness.
More laborers are ready for the harvest.
The wheat is gathered but the tares are discarded.
Tied in bundles prepared for fire.
Such is the fate for failing to cultivate faith.
Choosing evil instead the salt has lost its taste.
We are all given a measure we must plant in its proper place.
Surround myself with givers not takers,
Builders not breakers.
Avoid the destroyer of souls.
Chasing gold, they gain the world but crack the mold.
Forgot the goal physical treasures allude to spiritual attributes.
Confused in our pursuits blinded to this truth.
Greed fueled by temporary satisfaction.
Mislead fools spend their life grasping what turns to ashes.
Instead of treasures that are everlasting.
Peace, love, joy, longsuffering, kindness, justice, and humility.
Take years to develop.
Each encounter must be carefully measured.
Using a fair standard my perception creates the balance.
The weights in my bag should be just towards others.
Instead of painting a picture with unflattering colors.
A reflection of which is only of the colors I mixed.
To capture the figure I'm trying to depict.
So they are perceived in the manner that I envision.
Through the bitterness of my inner prison.
Projecting my ugliness onto the portraits I paint.
Claiming it's them but it ain't.
Really, it's the unclean part speaking from the abundance of my heart.
Distorted perceptions lead to unjust measures.
Thus, one man sees trash while another sees treasure.
The wise learn to die but the fool seeks out his pleasures.
Lets learn a lesson from the weather.
There are four seasons which represents our emotions.
All influenced by our soul, the inner ocean.
Happiness is described as a sunny day with a gentle breeze.
Misery is intense heat at 123 degrees.
Refreshing is a light rain that evaporates as it hits your shirt.
Depressing is torrential rain falling too quickly to be absorbed by the dirt.
It causes mudslides and hazardous conditions.
Houses built on sand will start shifting.
Thus, it has been written of such who clutch the forbidden.
Not repenting of their position.
The wrong are smitten by their own ways.
Life is like jumping out of airplanes.
So what's the use of a good excuse for not having your parachute?