Cinderella Souls

A poem on grace . . .

We twirl and turn as we smile upon the creatures 
Bend down and kiss the flowers various features 

We smile not only with our mouths 
But eyes too 
Both with the polished and the ragged blue 

Then clocks later falls familiar sorrow 
It drizzles upon the memories of mind
Which drowns the heart to an inner bind 

Our eyes have seen things we wished they had not
And we desire pupils of softness that are less then bought 

Our hearts can fall to the depths of the sea 
And we long for a responder’s decree 
We whisper, May be some Day 

Our conscience not just 2nd guessing but 7th looping too 
And we proclaim 1 John 3:20 to be in route 

Faces, gestures, looks, and words; cut 
By them
And 
Even by the principalities of him 

The King of kings arises 
He wraps us with a gown or suit of grace 
Take a deep breath and embrace 

I see you in the layered debris
Longing for someone to see 

Bricks on eyelids 
Dust of shadows
With dried rivers 
And flowing ones too 

Longing to be spectated 
Your melody to be received
Heartbeats to be held 
Your haunted thoughts to be expelled 

My sweet one, I gaze, I hear, I validate  
And I love you, just because 

You see, grace it’s a multi colored 
Interwoven 
Tapestry 
And this is all you need to be clothed, come see 

Grace is the
        Joy
	Pleasure
	Delight
	Charm
	Sweetness
	Loveliness 
That I have towards you my beautifulness and handsomeness 

Grace is what ushered in salvation 
Not because of anything you did, but what I did, on that tree 
It’s all by love, sweet one, believe 

Grace does not stop prior to and at proclamation
It carries you through and has no limitation 
Grow in this and go read 1 Peter 2:6

The grace of God sets your watch on the King of kings
And He solely holds everything 

They will disappoint, disrupt, dismiss 
Love you one minute, despise you the next 

But grace, not it 
        It remains 

They can throw 
	It keeps 

They can weather 
	It strengthens

They can deflate the faith 
	It increases it 

They belittle 
	It gives knowledge 

They throw stones 
	It gives affection 

They stir the pot
	It kindles Christian virtues 

Sink, let drop, you get to rest and blanket in this 

No setting aside my grace 
Neither carrying shame on that face
You can work it all out in this space 
	
My Cinderella soul sisters and brothers
Our hearts are established by His grace, lets run this race 

The clock has struck, but no turning back
We are dressed in His grace, this truly means we have no lack 

The King of kings 
Who gives and holds this grace 
Is enough, sweet one, just embrace
 
Scripture Inspiration: 2 Corinthians 12:9 
Root Word Inspiration: χάρις (grace) 

Thoughts . . .

I would love to know how this poem spoke to you. Feel free to comment. Blessings beautiful ones 🖤

Photo Recognition: Photo of the birds is by Jongsun Lee on Unsplash. The picture of the hands is by Sameer Srivastava on Unpslash. Thank you!