Waters I Speak Poem by Paris Thulare

Quite place, my palace
I am here with thee full on my plate
Buderned is my shoulder blade
I come before you like a sugar cane
Seeking the nourishment from your perfect place.
Unto the Holly spirit,
I came rushing for thee espirit.
Ease me please ,
Allow the weaknesses in me,
Let me feel,
The peace that lies within the echoing of your soothing waters,
So I find my strength too.
I for one here,
Carrying the world with my shoulders,
I seek revelations through you,
Waters as I speak,
Speak to the ones above me,
That I am here their corroding son
Seeking for that one true power to heal,
For all the portals to expand bodily
And I too shall deliver what's of need.