Passive To Active
Those everlasting tedious activities
from dawn to dark,
manifest no future.
My withering senses
aging from tick-to-tock
on my limited life,
"God awaken thee
from thy slumber,
for else there is still to wonder."
I shall emerge
with pencil and paper...
"God-Given" utensils
to draw my destiny.
Shall wisdom and spirit
stand together,
hand-in-hand?
For yet I'm as concrete
as a lump could be.
Given hope not under Congress
,but from "He" himself.
So forth many shall
call me triumphant,
learned in the later-to-come.
For he who has fallen once
shall climb no more
on passive rocks
,but swim
with moving water.
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