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Believe Me You

January 20, 2020 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

Believe Me You

the surface is see thru

some things you just need to see it thru

and maybe you’ll see Me in you

instead of wrapping yourself up in seeing things with reasoning and meanings that is only seasonal

Believe Me You

we’re all one, so I believe in you

because it is I, Me, We, that I see in You

everything is not what it seems, if the seam is between Me and You

separated only by genes, not color schemes, and material means that should mean nothing more than things to You

fall in love with the process, even pain, because experiences thru out the years only serve to season You

reality is what you make of it, knowledge isn’t bland, so experience is seasoned food Believe Me You

I see a theme of dreams in You

Love, is how I’d choose to speak to You

because God is Love, and Love is all, so even if We never meet, I hope Love is what I mean to You

We’re God’s creation, so We never would have to greet for Me to see who I’m speaking to

You may not know Me, though I think of You oh, and the world is what I think of You!

I can still Love You even if I don’t agree with You your individuality is what I hope is woken and stays free in You

I pray You never believe there’s limits to what a Life of Love can bring to You the gift of Darkness is that You know Light, and I see deep that your Light has high beams and gleams in you

Believe Me You

I is We, so hopefully I can lean on you

your roots produce the fruits you reap, I see the tree in You

bask in your sprouting growth and worry less of leaves leaving You

your Spirit is Eternal, your body and this world only has a lease on You

don’t corrupt your mind by letting temporary things speak for You

Faith is believing in things unseen and reasoning with the unbelievable

the only Time is Now, thoughts manifest your moment, so basing tomorrow from the past is unfeasible

no matter who and where You are, I have Faith right Now I’m reaching You

Believe Me You

Me is You

if You see the ‘We’ in ‘Week’, not weak, because We will see it thru

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Prose of a Con is a collection of Russell Wardlow’s prose and poetry written entirely behind bars. Through writings on family, spirituality, freedom, love, justice, redemption, and vulnerability, Russell seeks to show the humanity and hope of individuals like himself who are incarcerated.

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