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.

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