
wanna rage wild like a viking
vying to be king
but i will stay floating
in the bay of peace
peace so meek
flowing in ease
tease the
wind whipping between my teeth
with my tongue i push back the trigger of the gun
shoot into the sky
the sun
and a ton of mist flows from my fist
my curls wave goodbye to me in the rearview of
my life
my hair is gone
now im bald
and i feel like a child
naked yet free
soft skin feels like a velvet field
a terrain of purity
now i am back
on the ship..
floating
like a baby
[like moses in his basket]
so a child i will be.
[god is calling us to be children]
“Let the children come to me; do not hinder them, for to such belongs the kingdom of God. Truly, I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God like a child shall not enter it.” And he took them in his arms and blessed them, laying his hands on them.
(Mark 10:13-16 ESV)
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