Honest Questions

Faith is born of broken dreams, Broken hearts, Ripped at their seams Faith stems from wrinkled hands, Scabbed and bruised From tending the land Weeding fertile grounds and making room, Faith’s planted fruits Faith is borne in a single word, It’s borne in a yes Proclaimed in Surrender Bearing the weight of our crosses In enlightened expectation Two eyes tired of crying Yet joy still shines Despite trials Despite pain Faith sometimes has tried to hide To escape me , From time to time Just as I’m about to give up Faith’s song pours into hearts Lifting us up in it’s chorus of celestial rhymes

And though words won’t ever suffice To communicate,  Clarify,  The peace I feel in giving you  This wrangled, broken heart of mine I shall do my best to show you What those scattered, simple note’s Song sounds like Yes, you’re the Beauty that keeps me reaching  The smile beneath my tears The hidden road pointed out to me after all these years; Your imperfections only add  To the light reflecting from your smile Your flaws -the cracks through which His Love shines  You’re the hallelujah  In my song’s reprise 

We are: Soldiers in a battle, A battle for lives Children seeking open doors, Confident knowing we will find it Dreamers with our eyes wide open We are: Family, Knit together by a single thread- Hope Visionaries with a mission- Relentless Life is our quest Soldiers in and out of season We are: One, In this fight On this journey One on this quest One on this journey We are: In darkness We've been given the light We are Hikers On a climb The climb of our lives  We are: One, In this fight On this journey One on this quest One on this journey Fighting against time Dedicated to Enzo ❤️ RIP

Innocent Man By Wilbanice A April 2020 “I’ve walked this path along with you What feels like ages Along this sepulchral path of victory... To death Innumerous instants ,  That I cannot shake Grim reminders...  Each drop of blood,  Keeping me awake Humanity’s greyist hours,  Our existence lagg'd In this barren place; While the seasons dragg'd Slowly o'er His face. Will no one stand up? Will no one defend ? This poor battered soul... This innocent man? I can’t help but be troubled by the sight... Not one offense Yet dragging all our sins,  In between tears and breaths He says, “Father, please forgive them,” Humanity’s greyist hours,  Our existence lagg'd In this barren place; While the seasons dragg'd Slowly o'er His face.                                   Inconceivable agony    Splatte...

Written Msy 9, 2009 Untitled Each one of our stories, Individualized, Became a song, Trickling down  The streams of time Currents brought us all To the still waters of a deeply rooted tree It’s branches nearly naked,  With every fallen leaf Each barren branch, a season of our lives,  Periods of tests, suffering, and trials  Courage nourishes the tree,  As strength, rises up Eastern Skies  Reviving petals wilted off the flower that was dying,  Reopen vibrantly, Once again blooming,  Each one of our stories, Individualized, Became a song, Trickling down  The streams of time Our stories Our songs  Are not of our own For they all empty into one sea Sweet melodies, Soundtracks of time Peacefully play over each of our lives

Our lives are not our own... For we are bound to one another, In our joy and our sorrow, We carry each other Our suffering we offer, Our offerings uplift another And so in our bearing our cross We relieve the weight off our brother From the perfection demanded ...by a people Who know not their origin, Whom know not their identity or forgiveness Blinded by empty ambition Cheap endeavors,  Truth has become foreign Forgetting we are of One body On the alter, the Sacrifice awaits For us to Surrender ... Pride and egos stripped away For us to Surrender  Everything  Whether we loved Whether we were transformed  Or stayed the same  Surrender  Only In our dying to this world Will we begin to truly LIVE