Black Rose

if pain kissed you…then let it not leave, till it’s blossomed your soul,

let it strip you bared naked, Where your Heart is God!

Listen for it sings of Silence born from His lips, & Wisdom is that Gift, that cannot be bought, Nor stolen as tears of pearls from another’s journey

But in that moment of sheer loss, Where God in His kindness & Grace takes it all, As life brings you down upon your knees & with folded hands, In Gratitude, Tears stream.

For it’s only the wild flowers, unseen by this world, His Grace Alone Kiss!

So let pain come,kiss & it take it all, Till you’re Empty. Till you no longer seek yourself - Outside in these so called “likes & followings”

Till this so called image of yours, that you so wish to “safeguard, protect & polish”,

Let it Dwindle into A Space, where ‘you NO longer exist’.

For dear,God kisses his Grace upon those who art His Nothing, First be ready, then you’ll no longer Need to Borrow some else’s thoughts & words as yours & he shall speak a language, thats can only be born from your soul.

For it is in “Our Uniqueness”, we are sought.

For God Never built us to be someone’s Clone.

All these poems were not something that I sit & formulate or read in books to then be decorated copy pasted, They are His Grace kissed upon me, without even a thought needed to think. Poems to me are His Communion, just like art, the words simply keep echoing in my heart, until written down & often are given through the worst of lupus flare up

“God simply Gives, To The One Who’s Ready Enough to Receive!”

©️Meghna/2023