None But Breeze (Freedom Of Recovery)

None But Breeze (Freedom Of Recovery)

1647 792 Rory Fry

I feel it coming on the breeze…

A wealth of shivers
Renews my identity
Harsh like a torrent
Licking my misery
Call it a balm
I call it “Anemology”
Uncovering the ignorance of me

What can renovate the heartless
Still morgue strung with darkness?
None but breeze
None but Serenity
Sways the trees
And uncovers the forest of me

Turbines on the hill
Bend me to Your will
Childlike branches
Snap like evergreens
They bumble and burn
To tumble and turn
Call it a mystery
I call it “Delivery”
Uncovering Wasteland me

My arms are pumice
My feet are clay
I fall from malice
A thousand times a day

None but breeze
Can refresh my fidelity
None but breeze
Brings me to my knees
Call it the calm
I call it “Sovereignty”
Uncovering the darkness in me

I feel it coming on the breeze…
The freedom of recovery

Rory Fry

I am an indie writer who loves to proclaim the Saving Message of Jesus Christ and the Healing Power of Recovery. I have been clean and sober since 10/01/2011 and dedicate much of my free time to others, giving Bible Studies and helping the less fortunate through my ministry Reformed and Recovered. I am also the proud father of a three-month-old boy named Rowen who is a true gift to my wife Christina and me. God is Good! I have recently released a thirty-three piece collection of poems, prayers, and polemics called "The Renovation". The collection is available online for the low price of $4. I am self-published and desire to be of service to others and praise our Savior!

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