The Food

I can’t remember the pain, but I can rekindle the embers that fueled this spiritual train / I bartered with the Father so that He may part with the coffer that had an emblazoned emblem that resembled my name / and the contents remain, unknown because my brain is too strong and my heart is too weak / I’ve been unable to decipher the mystic transcript transcribed in perpendicular lines on the sides / the Father told me the key to unlock the chest resides in those lines and only a pure heart could translate each part to make it whole and once made whole the keyhole shall appear / “my son,” He said, “close your mind, close your eyes, and see with your heart,” / the darkness however, continues to impede my vision, I guess I still haven’t heeded the messages given unto me / misinterpretations of divine words provides fuel for fools in search of wisdom without actually listening / divinity never divides nor does divinity decide, the volition to chose rest in the palms of the Fools who don’t seem to recognize when they’re given the Food / the Food is the fuel that pervades the heart and soul of an individual who genuinely seeks to become whole / there’s no reason or logic in faith, it what it is, and until I learned to shut down the brain and fully submit, my coffer will remain closed / I now seem to remember the pain, as I rekindle the embers that fueled this spiritual train / dismembered by disbelief, unsatisfactory outcomes led to the removal of my plum, my pain began to gain momentum as Him on occasion I forgot to mention / forgetting to Honor.Infinity’s.Maker is a one way excursion to a 1st class incursion of demonic thoughts and actions into one’s faction causing division of the mind, body, and soul / once that happens chaos is in control, regardless of ones desire, one will be mired in discontent and confusion forced to believe illusion as the demonic thoughts expedite their intrusion into the fragile mind and unprotected heart / it is then that thou now art seeks absolution, for the dissension, in search of fuel, even though the Food was given / I’m making it my mission to regain my plum, and allow Him to relieve me of this pain / I closed my eyes, closed my mind, and opened my heart, then the lettering on the sides of the coffer began to offer themselves to my heart / openly I accepted them one by one, and slowly the lock became undone, to reveal the seal of the Father for my eyes only / the emblazoned emblem that resembled my name elevated and radiated a mellifluous substance that relieved me of my pain / “my son” he said, “you’ve closed your mind, you’ve closed your eyes, and saw with your heart now thou art a poet again” /