Eternity At Rest Poem by Auston Lee

I am Me with a palm full of Everlasting Roses in one hand, and my heart raging with passion in the other.

Me am I without a shred of Grace and an ounce of Mercy, leading a path of chained frustration and searing sorrow.

He is I who cries for the pain of those ever close to my beating heart, never a second glance at their own faults but to their blessings.

Me is He that is shone as a portrait of a fearful eye that showers the world with regret, all faults and sins are visible to me.

Who am I that would release thy own chains of the eyes and ears of the world to be set free to the heavens.

Why am I He that would be constraint by the hands and teeth of those who wish ill upon my head and knife upon my chest.

I am the hand that stretches out to the weak and sorrowful so that they will know His warmth and never know betrayal again.

Am I the sword that cuts down the injustice, smothering myself with their own horrors and burdens for the sake of the betrayed.

You call me quiet; you call me gentle; I do not deserve.
You call me horrid; you call me full of wrath; I do not care.

You call me regret personified; you called me betrayed sorrow;
You called me Unrelenting Bliss; many had called yet none are not too far.

Please give me mercy for my shattered heart broken many times over.
I beg for your Love so that I may become unchained from the burdens of all.









Please give me warmth for my soul wounded thousand times over
I cry for your Understanding so that I may never lose myself in the dark again, away from the eternal absence of light.

When you scream at me, may I give you a gentle voice.
When you punch me, may I kiss your hand.
When you cut me, may I hold you tightly.
When you make me bleed, I will lick your wounds.

I cry.
I pray.
I beg.
I thirst.
I hunger for the life you will fill me with.

May I never feel all that is Suffering and Regret ever again.