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He’s More,
More than a father figure
that’s finely framed
in a happy family picture, He’s more.
More than an alcoholic consumed by liquor,
when they receive their daily fixture, He’s more.
More than the possessive habits of an addict
that takes the winning shot with the rock
when theirs time on the clock,
because they want the highest score, He’s more.
More than poetic similes and metaphors,
written by those who are
forgotten and poor.
More than, the last breath of fallen soldiers
lost to history’s wars, He’s more.
More than these written,
explicit, vivid, images
that draws the line between
game time and scrimmages.
He’s Committed,
He, let his love pour
through the inches of pores, staining
the complexion of His only
begotten kin.
Allowing us, to become the reflection
of His complex skin that adopted us in,
by the bloodshed that separates us from sin, He’s more.
More than a guest that checks in
at a Holiday Inn, because He
permanently resides within,
no matter the reason or 4 seasons,
He will never check out, He’s More.
Because He, with his head bowed
let us watch the thorns of His crown,
bleed onto earth’s ground, by which
he walked 10 toes down
and listened to the pierced nails echo
with a beautiful sound.
A sound that echoes through the corridors
of eternity’s hallways, letting us know
that He is God,
and He will and always be
more.
Angelo Martinez ©
