Michael Smith Poet Rhyme

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

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