Fisher of men..
We all begin with a taste
That engulfs us
To our heighten reality
We have to eat
Whats now available
To nurture our flesh
So our temple
Becomes instrumental
I came into this world empty
But still
I’m here now mostly to give
My life was given to enlighten others
So selfish activity…
Couldn’t be my longevity
Rowing my boat to this cadence
Charity becomes its drum major
Sailing on love and tender winds
For clarity…..
My sails are wide open….hoping
As my creator fills my pockets
Of faith…
By Deon Souldier Ballard
