Just Hold On...

Today I awoke with the Lord’s WORD in my heart.
 The type of WORD I needed to hear,
The type of WORD to give you that power-up  when your  bars are low and you’re videogame dying
 The type of WORD that randomly hits you without the animated stars around your head
The type of WORD that has you thinking…
 “Yes! There’s a GOD out there who loves me more than it’s reasonable to do so and so because I’m me… ‘Human’ and often barely bearable I am undoubtedly blessed”

This morning the Lord told me to hold on.
He said:
“Steph, I would never give you the responsibility of honour  you cannot maintain or achieve. When I let these great and wearying things occur I know that in you is the ability to overcome simply because I conceived it before your conception so how dare you mention, Lord I can’t deal or kneel in tears when your flesh and dark whispers tangled say you cannot do that which you are so well at.
 And this is why I adore you. I made you...just for this day and moment in your life as you rewrite the history of those that lived in the past that which you carry in you veins.
I said Steph!
 Hold
on.
 I neither slumber nor sleep, text or tweet. I’m watching your every move standing by just in case any self proclaiming fool names themselves (y)Our enemy.
Don’t forget.
Don’t protest.

Just hold on.

#TSKC

The Black Widow

Give me a taste of it… it’s seasoned, savory and yet mostly sweet.
I have wanted it a long time…
that longing from within …
An echo beyond the loins…
Empty.

Don’t make me take because I will…
My flair for warfare taunted into action
I instead was hopeful for oppression
Alas my kind can only conquer,
We weave webs of deceit and self gratification
There needn’t be smoke and mirrors
Why must you make me?

Be myself, true to my inner core, animal instincts, bare…bare minimums …down to earth that then turns to nothing.
 I weave around you translucent threads of pleasure as you endure.
Longer than you thought you could.
That which they have called monogamous.
 I the widowed queen and you my willing subject of amusement in a hellish moment best spent under covers.
You my dear are fortunate to be alive, heavy panting, these your only breaths.
You are tattered and yet…you remain close.
Not as an enemy but as a host to wild ramblings and imaginations
 Self imprisoned in a well padded snare you well knew was there.
 To be fair I brought us here.
 Without a care I warned I would take what ought to have been mine.
Normality restored as you my subject and I your queen. 
#TSKC

In the Morning

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I awake in the morning,

In the wee hours

Nothing but birds and flowers applaud me.

A rush of blood to my head as sweet dreams come to an end

Realities of what lies ahead

I fight against the urge of listening to my fears

In replay, fast forward

Backtrack to my purpose

Head bowed I succumb to the emotion of powerlessness

I like it

God is my all in all

Feels good to know

When the wind blows every obstacle my way

All I need is my Faith

I kneel down when I awake

In the morning

God shows me His face

Some say my bed is empty

But His Angel lay beside

Warding off harm sent to me

Still I bow down because though death my taunt me

I have a reason to keep being

Reason to respire

I bow and give thanks

Sing praises as the house awakes

I ululate because My God is good!!

Faithful and true

With Him I can never be blue

Because of Him…

I awake in the morning.