Refuge

Barricaded by doubt yet anchored by faith.

My sorrows have taken on a new taste.

These waters are lined with uncertainty and sprinkled with fear.

Who dares to deny the coal its journey to becoming what it was created to be?

The attempt is useless, its future is as sure as honey will come from bees.

Even the lions grow weak and weary but to whom do they seek refuge?

Emotions hold me closely like the arms of a category 5 Hurricane.

Wind gust whispers to me passionately what awaits me should I survive the assail.

I give way to its authority and yield to its trying terms.

My past is my accuser, my actions my judge,

My purpose stands valiantly as my defence in this grudge.

Even the lions grow weak and weary but to whom do they seek refuge?

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury we bring to you today a case familiar to many;

Where we have seen the rise and fall of great men and the sinking of great dreams.

We are no stranger to the would of’s and the should have been’s.

Arrogance and ignorance co-signed together, buying a fate of demise surrounded by a picket fence of pride.

Here we are today to decide on the matter.

Members of the audience be still with all the chatter.

I bring to you grace and mercy with compassion in tow,

My client stands exonerated of the crimes the defence has laboured to show.

Life has a way of knocking us down but there is one who fights for us and insist we wear our crowns.

The evidence against my client has no more relevance as the blood has been applied. You asked, where is it that lions go for refuge?

I tell you their source is the Most High.