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The Calligraphy of God

Wet ink. Dry paper.
Words in heart.
Eyes focused.
No distractions.
Quiet. Sssh....
You could hear a pin drop.
Silence!
Silent.
Creativity in play.
Ingenuity in motion.
Silent.
See nothing. See everything.
As light pierces darkness.
Focus.1,2,3.
Flame to dust
Dust to man
Man to dust.
Stop.
'It is good', a voice echoes in eternity.
Day by day, I go my way
Man from ape. I close my drape.
Ordinary man, no superman cape.
That's it! , no more rhyme.
Truth be told this life's a mess.
Been through rough, tough, hell and
back.
'What's life's essence? '
So I search.
Then I find Him.
He who sat at the beginning.
Wet ink.
Dry paper.
Loads of questions.
Loads of hate.
Tons of bitterness.
This life's been a wilderness.
'I am The Artist', a voice whispers.
You're my masterpiece
I mend broken pieces
The one who makes beauty from ashes.
The clock ticks life away.
I wake up to a brand new day.
This life's neither brand nor new.
Try screwed!
Now messed up and fessed up by pain
relationships.
All's crashing! Help!
'You need help? ', an acquaintance asks.
'With what? '
'The weight on your shoulders', she
replies.
Walking on. Mind made up. This is it.
It ends tonight.
Beep. Beep. The ECG sounds.
Back on bed. Plastic on face.
O2 in. CO2 out. Eyes pop.
Still alive huh?
Lonely. Ached. Tired.
Broken. Sad. Depressed. Sane/Insane? /
From the salt of the marrow a scream
echoes in eternity.
'Heaven save me! ! ! '
The cold night calls
The tears fall like rain
Wet ink. Wet paper.
I make all things beautiful in its time
A smirk shows.
Ink continues flowing from left to right
Pendulum swings. Time takes flight.
Found Him. Found life.
For while human beings must be known
to be loved,
Divine beings must be loved to be
known.
Mud here. Mud there. Michelangelo's
jealous.
Yellow here. Gray there. Picasso's green
with envy.
Comma here. Dot there. Stephen King
takes a bow.
For love's written a story
And though it be sometimes gory
And life seems to lose it's glory
Take a minute
And picture being the art of the Infinite
The one who's got no limit
Though we run and chase cars
And life's thorns us mars
And sin sometimes takes us far
From Him who does indeed love us more
than everything
Remember this one thing For us He'll do
anything
Even shed the blood of His son
Even make still the sun
Even make me go back to my rhyming
Wow...I did go back to my rhyming!

poem by Jenim Dibie
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