Dusty Shelf
Dusty Shelf
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In this world are many souls,
Some chase peace and some chase gold.
Some are hurting, some seem fine,
Some break slowly over time.
But we would never get like those,
We frowned upon the life they chose.
Of course we knew they needed help,
Yet left them on a dusty shelf.
We walked past them, ignored their cries,
No one mourned as many died.
There was no hope for these men,
But God would bring it back again.
Those who judged would lose their mind,
For after human, follows kind.
Now they were sat on the shelf,
Far too proud to ask for help.
Yet some of them would soon be well,
They came to terms with how they fell.
And though they could not change the past,
With Gods help, they may just last.
Only those who gave up self,
Made it off that dusty shelf.
Some ran off, but you looked back,
You helped me see the things I lack.
With your patience and your grace,
I have God now, I have faith.
But most of all, to save myself,
I must help others off that shelf.
- KK
Copyright © Kelly Kavanagh | Year Posted 2024
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