Tuesday, September 18, 2018

Revelations


From birth I was told
To deny my self
No pleasure was worth 
An eternity of Hell

All around I saw
Sacrifice and tears
The reward to come later
Be a sheep or a lamb

I tried to follow
Put my glitter aside
Call out to a God
His will be done

They pray for disease
To test their faith
I prayed for courage
To discover the truth 



One day I woke up
And looked around 
No one was smiling
No one was alive

I cannot wait 
For a second coming
When the first coming 
Has never occurred 

I had a revelation
My life is my choice
I can cower in fear
Or just paint my nails 



I give thanks all the time
Not just at meals
Sunday mornings are peaceful 
As I sleep in my bed

I profess to be useful
Out in the world 
I am the creator
Of my own destiny 

Let me tell you the story 
I will write every word
I’m not longing for comfort 
I don’t wander the desert 

My days are not weary
I reap what I sow
So I plant sparkly dreams 
And onward rejoicing I go




Sincerely,

LeNora Faye
Bitchy Bookkeeper 
Almost an Author 
Former Fantastic Violinist 













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