Walls of Mandate,
My eyes cast down forever,
Unwhole; Despite
The fact that I'm standing
Created Entities,
Powerless and vain;
Hope, yet,
Lies in redemption
Knowing your very essence
Drained in Disease and Poverty,
Self righteousness declared
No more than just 'filthy sanitary napkins'
Simply, Faithly -
Entire course of Chronic
Be it fate,
Be it a state of mind, Transformed;
Reached out to touch
Isaiah 61:10
" ... Garment of Salvation...
... Robe of Righteousness..."
When we reserve ourselves,
He preserves us...
When we die to ourselves,
He lives in us...
