Bits and Pieces by Shundra L. Moore is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 United States License.
Bits and Pieces
Loss and grief grow stale as moldy bread
If you hold on to it too tight.
A bit of bitterness to turn the bridle.
Is not what I intended.
Dreams gone like a vapor.
Dark sayings and visions shown by God alone.
Yet He turns with Moab
Yet He turns with the washpot.
The new Romans nine tail has been put down
And the whip has replaced her.
Martyrs of this age have flooded this earth.
As we cry out to God to save us
From a cruel world.
From a subculture that is void
And does not believe.
Belief in childlike dreams.
Trust in unicorns that carry can carry the load.
Stories that help us not to forget,
That If God turns the bridle
We will be able to put the pieces
Back into the whole.
Alice
Dorthy met Alice
And they both got trapped in a storm.
But this one thing saved them
Dorthy had been there before.
Storms come and go
And houses are built
But the only one that stands
Is the one that has been poured
In deep grounds.
Six Feet
At least that deep
Or the ground will spit them up.
In New Orleans that is.
No way to go down must go up instead.
Honoring the ones gone on.
Is a task fit for a King.
How does one do such a thing.
Live with their gifts and use them.
Go to the ground empty as a hollowed out bullet
Fire yourself into the heart of the dragon,
And watch him go down.
Under
Ausie Ausie oxen free.
David scrificed until
He had to stop for a praise break.
The cart broke and everything fell apart.
The only help was a guard
Who did not end well.
On Ending Well
Mamma didn't raise no fool.
