Sitting Still
Letter to the reader:
This poem reflects on the danger of accepting advice from those who lack substance to offer, and the pressure of conforming to others' expectations. It emphasizes the importance of aligning with those we admire, knowing when to act, and trusting in divine guidance to turn struggles into strength. It calls for introspection, personal growth, and readiness to step into life’s battle with faith and conviction.
The danger lies,
in accepting advice.
From those whose
cups are empty,
expecting it to fill our own.
We go through job interview,s
‘Who are you?’
and like spongebob we become
completely thrown
our mind is a bunch
of mini me’s running around.
Frantically gasping for air
while flames and fire stir chaos.
Who are you?
My dear,
Who are you to ask?
We allow intrusivity to cover our mouth,
and like gladwrap it takes our oxygen.
We sit as the seconds circle the clock
behind the head of the man.
who holds our next paycheck.
The flames get larger,
The second hand ticks faster
and we blurt out what
only we hope to appease him.
‘Because I want to buy things
and spent a fortune on qualifications
which now are pieces of paper
collecting dust,
in a frame hanging on a wall
in a house which holds,
a mortgage
your company can assist me in paying’
We talk about how our skills,
attitude
and personality,
are all desirable assets
to such a company as theirs.
We qualify ourselves.
Qualify your time,
Your friends,
Your mentors.
The way your interviewer qualifies
you.
Do they live a life
you aspire to have too?
Or is their alignment off?
The age old question goes:
‘Would you take business advice
from someone who is broke?’
Frozen,
but I no longer want to wait
for Aslan to blow his mighty breath
for me to come back to life.
I no longer want to sit still and wait.
A body abled,
A mind readied,
A story only beginning.
A mind made in the highest of powers,
Skills,
Knowledge,
Vision,
and stubbornness,
a staffordshire would admire.
Time passing,
second hands ticking
into minutes,
Hours,
Weeks
and now, months.
Months that have bought calm,
breathing room,
and clarity.
Now it's time to move.
Time to use more than just words,
to place actions,
to see the dream,
understand capabilities given.
To turn a reality into
someone's fairytale.
Sermons that tell you
to invest in the kingdom.
Knowing when to sit is one thing,
knowing when it's time,
to dust off the shoes prepared for you,
is another.
Community that holds you,
and fills you week after week.
To see and know you will be a,
jewel in the crown of the king.
A jewel that will shine,
and pierce light in the darkest places.
That were once places,
you felt comfortable in.
When the devil attacks,
We are told it means
fruition is coming.
My dear,
spring is nearing,
and the tree is laden.
All decisions have consequences,
you can continue pulling away.
Furthering yourself from
the alignment meant for you.
Jesus can unbound you,
but you have to do the work
with Him.
For Him,
to gain the armour.
For it says in Ephesians 6
that He will cover you
in armour
which will keep you
prepared and ready for the battle .
War is here.
Heaven is coming back to earth.
Why not invest in your forever?
When my man comes down,
I want him to know,
and see I turned
my mess into a miracle.
Or at least done more than talk about it.