042520|The Prophetic Surge|Poetry Month

While I was sitting back there

In the back of the room

He saw me sitting at a window

Staring out the window

The house was empty

I was looking out

I was expecting

Hopelessly sitting

Watching people move about

With hope

While life was passing me by

Alone in this place

I hear him say

You are in this place

Oh, but God

God's great rising

Is going to bring me out

Allowed time to go by waiting

God said I have too much

To live for

He said stop living in regrets

Greatness

I am incredible

A year old prophesy

Has guided me

Here

To this place called

My what's next

At times it is as clear

As crystal

At times it is as murky

As muddy water

My footsteps are ordered

Setbacks

Setups

Comebacks

Gaining permission

Focus

Move forward

Moving in a forward position

If only I could forget the bad

Gain wisdom from the past

Erase all of the sad

If only I could live for my laugh

Everything has happened for a reason

Way too many years waiting

Happy days await

Joyful days await

Peaceful days await

This indeed is my fate

For this is what was spoken

Spoken over my life that day

As the Prophetic Surge

Entered through my feet

Traveled up my leg

Slithered up my thigh

Shimmied up my back

Crawled up my neck

Gaining passage to my mind

His hand against my head

Laid me out upon the floor

Shedding tears of joy

Renewing my mind

My mind is renewed

By the Word of God

The best is yet to come

Marcia S. McNeill

Words By Marcia

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