The Beautiful Exchange
- Ian Kibet
- Apr 10, 2020
- 2 min read

The nostalgic morning breeze
Over the last drop of tear
The pleasant aroma of peace
As it slips onto the dewy morning grass
Reflected eyes with blinding imperfections
Can't alter the perfectness of the moment
I see it now
His concealed gift for me
I'm giving it up now
It was never meant for me
My distorted morning shadow figure
Smaller than it was a time back
When eyes saw nothing yet knew it all
Heart clouded in a panic attack
Took the chance and gave the world my all
Yet that was all it gave me back
I knew it then
There was nothing there for me
I gave it up then
I had to find my own
The last drop of indelible ink
Slowly painting the maverick free
Breaking the matrix with words that sting
Scribbling on for inner peace
Carthatic writings pinned on walls
Bringing calm to a world that falls
I felt it then
The strangeness of death to self
I gave in then
To the beauty of birth to self
The nostalgic morning breeze
Blowing away the last drop of fear
Still holding on to truths that led to this
But His grace draws me near
It is goodbye without doom and gloom
I had to find myself to lose myself
I see it now
His concealed gift for me
I'm giving me up now
For He gave Himself for me
Galatians 2:20
"I have been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me. And the life I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me."
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