Exposed

The state of our being has been ridiculed Tossed into the fire of damnation All kinds of judgement have been laid at our feet Depressed, suicidal, insane, stupid…etc All kinds of lies thrown at us Obese, short, ugly…etc Just to depress our being There has been no rest The silence within thrown into turmoil The fibre of our being shattered Uncertainty has occupied the substance of our being Hopelessness has found its perch on the branch of our existence We have been fed all these garbage about ourselves We were never told that we are the home of consciousness The fabric of being, the pedestal of hope The everlasting mystery The ocean of awareness We were not told that we will never be unemployed Because unconditional Love is our occupation And that we are beautiful beyond measure We were not fed the fruits of the spirit And all our foolishness was entertained As we begged for mercy We were handed to mercenaries To puncture the veil of our existence With their heavy handedness We called them our husbands, wives and bosses We were never told the secrets of existence That silence is something beyond loneliness Silence is nourishment to our souls Aloneness is a source of peace Gentleness is a condition beyond weakness That we are the abode of the Most High The substance of our being is priceless We are forever standing on the pedestal of Hope ©