Thy Kingdom Come
Another week, another poem
Hey friend,
If you haven’t already noticed, I’ve been on a poetry kick recently.
So yes, I have another poem for you today.
This one feels especially vulnerable and edgy for me to share. It’s a bit experimental. I’m tempted to give more context—to over-explain my entire thought process behind this piece and try to make sure I’m not misunderstood.
But I’ll resist that urge and allow the poem to speak for itself.
I know my why behind my writing, and so does God. So even though I may be nervous to hit publish, I’ll do it anyway.
Plus, the truth is that I had a lot of fun writing and recording this one, which automatically makes it a win in my book—regardless of how others may receive it.
That being said, I am genuinely curious to hear your honest thoughts on this one. Whether you love it or hate it, your constructive feedback is always welcome and appreciated so I can continue to improve my craft.
I am a sensitive soul, though, so please be kind… thank you! :)
“Thy Kingdom Come”
A spoken word poem by Stefano Ganddini
When I was seventeen,
I smoked weed for the first time.
It sounded like a lot of fun,
and if I’m being honest,
it was.
But if I’m going to be honest with you about that,
then I also have to be honest with you about this.
During that time,
I wanted to die.
For me,
smoking weed wasn’t just recreational fun.
I mean, it was, but it was also more than that.
It was a desperate cry for help, it was a desperate plea for hope, it was a cope,
it was an attempt to mask the pain I didn’t know how to talk about.
And it wasn’t long before the weed wasn’t enough.
It wasn’t long before I needed something more.
And so over the next decade of my life, I went on a journey to try to fill that void.
To try to heal myself.
To try to erase that sadness inside of me.
And it went a little something like this…
When I was nineteen I took a trip to Santa Cruz,
And split an eighth of ‘shrooms just so I could see the universe,
Didn’t realize I was asking for a curse,
Thought I finally found somethin’ that would fix what was wrong with me,
Took me quite some time, but eventually, I realized that it was all an evil lie.
And then I read in the Bible that it says that the devil can masquerade as an angel of light.
And that was when I realized that I was in a real fight.
Not a physical one but a spiritual one,
One that’s already been undeniably won
by the one and only Holy Son.
If you know who I’m talking about,
you’re a real one.
Yes, yes, Yeshua,
that’s the name above every other one.
When I finally met the Lord Himself,
The One who is bigger than life itself,
The veil was lifted, my soul was healed, and suddenly…
New life was gifted.
And since that moment, everything shifted.
Instead of trying to see the universe,
now I just set my gaze on the image of His Holy face,
I don’t try to prove anything to anyone anymore.
I just try to run the race at my own pace,
I just try to walk in the rhythm of His holy grace,
I just try to stay on the narrow road,
I just try to stay in my own lane,
I just try to avoid going in reverse.
Cuz bruh, I got a second chance,
And this one ain’t a rehearse,
So I ain’t gonna walk into anotha curse.
I don’t need to see the universe,
I just need to spend a little bit of time in Church.
I don’t need to go on another psychedelic trip,
I just need to take a sip
from the tree of life,
from the blood of Christ.
I don’t need to be one with the universe,
I just need to be one with the Eucharist.
And if you want eternal life too,
I don’t even have to say it,
because you already know what you gotta do.
One last thing though,
I need you to know.
If you liked this flow,
I’m not just writing these rhymes purely for fun.
This isn’t a game, this isn’t the same as every other white kid trying to spit a bar
just to gain some fame.
I’m not playing with that fire anymore.
And by the way, I’m not a white kid,
I’m a Guatemalan kid.
Scratch that, I’m a God kid.
I’m a son of the God who is pure light and contains no darkness.
And this is just me doing my part
to fight the fight,
to bring the light,
and yes,
I’m having some fun.
But more importantly,
May Thy kingdom come.
Thank you for reading and God bless!
Please keep me in your prayers and be assured of my prayers for you.
Your friend in Christ,
Stefano Ganddini
In case you missed the poems I shared last month:
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