Pull through and breakthrough
Poem by: Poet Brian Nkereuwem Kelvin
PULL THROUGH AND BREAKTHROUGH
Nothing happens without a reason,the mind thinks it's imprisoned when nothing happens,No body becomes a somebody without a pull through,without God and through a no body and a season, without a breakthrough .The rapid the turning, the earliest you come around.
Life is a spindle,every bobbin takes turn,desires to thread,the earliest the threading,the freer the bobbin and the quicker the doff ,better the trade.
Oh Brian ,the mach conner guru,how times can so fly, reminiscent of the heat,noisy power engines,moist of my body on wooly sphere of the textile earth, little had I rested in my sleep,soon the break came over,as my relieving partner beckons with a tap,some times 2,3,4 or 5.
I was told I am credit worthy, because I have what they wanted and the sellers know my star to be real.Ah,what a trap,I let the words lie low, because my intention was never on loan but pay as I go,for the stomach.I never want to let go off the dreams that made me work, for a living needs my discipline to stay within.I must pull through,to Breakthrough.
It's confusing when Love was not real but infatuated by similarities of the future, ''And I said, Oh !that I had wings like a dove! for then would I fly away, and be at rest''.
My scheme ,my prayer life took me in to the voice of rebuke from beyond the spheres as is of love for correction.In that moment ,I was un taught about my angel guide,had I known earlier,the pull through, break through secret lies here, that is the voice I will be dining with all my wasted years.
In proof of the reproof ,my platonic companion abandoned me with words from same lips that swore to love.Down crested, I threw tantrums and taught I was in my best senses.I moved on with bitter lessons as a young adult without a guide.
My father,my mother,my best companion,who raised me and taught me through their own bitter lessons of life.I savoured the books of learned men to put my self on track of pull through and break through.A rare gift came in to me when I sought the goodness of others.
Like ligthenings, it ran through my body,I saw it did wonders beyond my imagination healing me and others.For this also, I was persecuted , those who knew more about it were uncomfortable ,but never would guide me .It was the Anointing from the Holy one who made the Heavens and the earth.
If all I could get in addition to this gift is persecution ,I requested the giver,eternal one to relieve me of this supernatural powers,not knowing my foolish haste and denial of process for the making of me.
The other gift cariers, who were ahead of me then where like traders,or sea faring marchants trying to recuperate from the pirates raiding spree.Every opportunity was to milk the cows,even little rams where not spared.
I saw greed in them besides the display of the gift,their love was a mixed between genuity and and selfishness,only few of us stood together to teach ourselves,''Freely you have received,freely give''and amongst us were false brethren who broke ranks and stab others back.
On the other hand, were those who watch behind the scenes as holier than thou,The real Word the Bread of life to our souls was scarce ,we searched and found it down the end of ebbing tide.
I pulled through when I sought for Him with all my heart,i break through when i found Him the son of God , Jesus Christ,who had appeared to me when I was aged 9.Then i knew the process and the price of trust and innocence of evil.
For the greatest weapon of warfare on earth is the presence of God and the greatest armour of warfare is innocence of evil.To pull through ,you do not need to break through ,so many who tried to break through have been broken beyond recognition,not minding the price.The price for breakthrough,is not a breakfast,it is to go through.
Why? in avoidance of process,we try through injuries incurable all, Pulling others down do not knot the tie to be well addressed.to pull through, you go through, whatever dares stoping you breaks apart on its accord when you pray through,you go through the pull through and you Break through.
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Submitted by briankelvin129 on March 27, 2021
Modified on March 05, 2023
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