Saturday, 22 November 2025

My communication

​My communication? 

That’s me,,, as a poet,

Not a smart arse who comes across to have already known it,


Actually I am blessed to write from the heart

The destination is an actually a journey, which began from the start.


These words are speaking to you and I,

The poet in myself is full of laughter and can sometimes cry;

This is a prophetic gift which came from a higher power 

The love for an almighty God, whom I have felt rise like a blossoming flower.


I don’t seek approval, that job belongs to God,

The higher spirit aspires me to seek and work through the pain which is now left behind,

And where the kingdom of heaven is a place that one day I shall eventually find.


Jason

22nd November 2025

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