Humility of Rescue
Agonizing over never ending foolish
And selfish inner struggles
Tick… tock, tick…tock!
Fighting the urges that want to keep me from staring…
Staring upon the mundane crucial clock
The countless dragging out of amending antiquated notions
Marching on one by one
To soulful misconceptions
And then a changing of the guard?
This, drawn out day of life…is never done
Your jousting of the illusionary windmills
Is an absolute absurdity
To the following false hopes, false doctrines, and prophets too
Straight into these paradigm obscurities
Then, voids of vastness and infinity being filled
Follows through to the unremitting unrelenting fray
Or merely drifting along?
Into these tepid waters, of a world in complete and utter disarray
Then along comes tragedies, calamities and catastrophes
Conveying you to your utter depths,
Doubts, uncertainty also beasts of burdens…
That follow… in their footsteps
This is when we are left…
Torn! Battered and broken with harden hearts
Never able or even willing to rise?
The ominous, black waters of self pity
Engulfing
Losing all hope and faith
Swallowed by the unexpected tides
Humbleness is our only rescue
Blows a breeze of whispers, carried to the heart
Jesus Christ the Savior
Reaches out his hand, embraces you with love…
…and offers you another start
Copyright © Michael Smith | Year Posted 2011
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