Nooks – Christ a poet

Matrices and Tetris with funds and where they’re needed
Not enough a pause to stop and heave relief indeed
As we proceed
The tiers of tears stack a volume rancid
Jesus be like, ‘Tag me. ‘

Murderers and Traitorous abroad the land in nooks and heights
Mother asked for success, I’m bored with base human delights
Morning Glory is your Word empowering, and I answer like a sacred thing
For before I ever spoke, I had made a praise offering
Jesus be like, “Tag me. “

Tag me and the Kingdom comes
Love will listen, love will calm
And some cases, love will slam
Whatever the options,
Surrender to his balm, it embalms all the flesh moves
When we show up how He wants, there are gasps too
Exceedingly abundantly,
Are you never not entertained?

Godzniel
©2026

He asks why I shrink
My mind conjures letters into words
Envelopes but unable to post it
The inefficiency of the post office may misplace it
Misplace it with reactions from cross-purposes
For avoidable protocol of tracing words to letters I shrink

He says I should try him
But I know the end from the beginning
I am expected to be saintly
With perhaps a pardonable trace of sinfulness
Because he supposedly understands I’m human
I can’t determine which of my sinfulness he considers pardonable
So I don’t try him

I quiver at my imaginations
My mind is a roller coaster of horror
The gate of Hades
For his safety, there is no access
No actual intimacy
Let it be closed to family and friends
Entertaining guests will be at the veranda

The explosion of bodies in hot passion is still not intimacy without truth
He could recognize the members of my body in the dark;
Be familiar with the turns, corners
Nooks, crannies, depths and heights of my body
We could surf through a tsunami with goose pimples as evidence
And still not achieve intimacy

My hunger for intimacy deepens
I search and find the one able
To hear my filthy and wretched truth
The one who sees past my truth
And introduced his truth which is grace
Alas, I give up my keys and let him in
I let out fires I shamefully quenched
The intimacy of truth cannot be afforded by humans
But the one already paid