It's Clear,Bow down

I see it only when I bow down
On my knees, head bowed down
Clearly, I see.
My night becoming day.
Beyond the shadows I see
Through the curtains I see
On my knees, the veil is uncovered
The barriers are lifted up
The waters are parted
The Egyptian is killed
On my knees I see
Why I am fed grass?
Why I have to climb a tree to see?
Why I am to tiptoe through the night to ask you a question?
Why I have to keep the secret to my never to be cut hair locks?
Why the bush burns with no evidence of a match stick that lit it?
Why I am to endure each stone as it hits my fragile bones?
Why prison doors and chains fall?
Why the walls of Jerico crumble?
Why Does the giant fall at one hit of my soft stone?
Why do the twelve plagues harden the heart of Pharoah?
Why do their non-blood stained homes lose their first fruits?
Why does the burning furnace fail to consume my flesh?
Why my word is a sharp sword into the Pharisee's black heart?
Only when I bow, do I see it clearly
No blurs
No covering 
No obstruction

It is laid bare at my bowing eyes

Written by
MitneyMitch

IT

Veils of Materialism

We are trapped in a maze of gold and glitter,

Losing sight of our inner light
In pursuit of fleeting vanity.
Whose destiny is death?
We forsake the essence of life
I too am swept into this tide,
Yet feel so secluded.

Our unsatisfied longings,
They weigh us down to groan,
Yearning for more
More than words can explain.
In this silent struggle, we crave
A depth that eludes our grasp.
We yearn!

MitneyMitch

New

New seasons come 
They eventually become old 
Until they are new again
The secrecy of Newness 
Lies buried in your vineyard
The process of fruition belongs to our hands
Harvesting to our faith
And Multiplication to wisdom

Written by

MitneyMitch

My Dearest King

Before the Lord, you shall kneel

Every particle of you shall seek holiness

Now and forever more

Joy filling your heart

Adoration for The Lord will pour out of you 

Meaningfully dedicated to the Lord's Service 

Inwards and outward shall the Lord rule about you 

Now and for eternity 

Mesmerisingly praising Hashem

Observant shall you be of his Laws

Living at his pleasure only and 

After his divine service 

Purposely laying down 

Only to attain his resurrection 

Written by 

MitneyMitch 

No More, Gone it is.

My plan is no more

Gone are my hurried worries,
My shallow frustrations and
Deadly strategies.
Wasted I am,
In pursuit of any other plan

As I wait for you
In patience In submission
In prayer
In obedience
In hope

Your No is difficult to accept but brings much good
Your Yes elevating yet with warnings sign along with it
I stand here dressed in Black
As I wave emergency goodbyes
I see the death boxed six foot lowered down
My plan is no more.
Never to be seen again

Because Everything is Going according
To God's plan.


Written By
Mitneymitch

Flee! Hear, Words come

Protect me from words
Hear them as they come
Fast and speedily
Sharp and blunt
Dense and humid
They carry deadly equipment
They pursue me
What's left of my heart
Can it bear?
Can it hold?
Can it continue to beat?
Fleeing is not enough
Allow me to fly
Like the birds of the air
Let my tears drop from
High above the sky
like rain


No one to see them
Only God to feel them
Blood red they stream down
My cheekbones
Leaving a pink Blush
That screams "I'm okay"
With the remains of my heart

Can it bear?
Can it hold?
Can it beat like it used to?
Only God can hear
This form of a cry

Written By
Mitney Mitch

One Time, One Moment

One time I am at the verge of anger and I can slaughter myself.
One time I am in a moment of total regret.
One moment I am in total submission.
One moment I see future
One moment I smell death
One moment is never the same
One Time never worth it
Unless it is in him
Hashem King Of All

As Prophet Philip banda
once said " Time takes Time"

Written by
Mitneymitch

Mini Bus Life

Seating on the seat of a minibus taxi. Uncomfortable 

Unwelcoming. One anticipates the arrival of their destination.

Constantly shifting and moving just to endure the pain of the almost dejected seat. 

Sharp wires leaving holes and scars..but one continues to endure. 

The possibility of the lack of driving skills and competence in the driver stand high pitched 

Is their assurance of life..certainly not but one goes ahead nevertheless.

Customer service is fading as the destination draws near. 

Cold air and rain creep in through the cavity of the minibus. 

Perseverance grows and the longing for the destination grows stronger and deeper. 

In an uncomfortable place, self strengthen grows. For some fear increases. 

Strange danger pointing sound, trouble is expected. Life is feared for. 

Bumps humps on the road..yellow lines turn green as the accelerator is pressed harder and the 

horn is the mode of communication. 

Perspiration drips and back hairs lift as oncoming traffic faces ahead.

A risk is an oxygen and so what attitudes are life...speed is blood.

And A passenger A babe 

Quick and fast the encounter fades 

Until buttons are kissing the rugged leather seats 

Sweaty hands grab hold of comfort chair handles