Sidney Beck Poet Didactic

Powerless

POWERLESS


Cleansing my fridge  -
Old , cold and unplugged  -  dead
White was its original color
Now stained with marks from the past
Nothing is forgotten,  nothing is hidden
All decay is preserved in the cold
Each mark remains as it was
Nothing escapes my attention, my judgement
Take it  apart, scour everything,
Put it back together,  good as new.

Cleansing  my soul is more difficult
Stains cannot be removed
All is preserved, exposed for judgement
Not in my power to renew it

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Gary Fields June 8, 2011 at 5:44 PM Everything is well with-in the confines of the Lord and he is the convening authority. Let him be your tool. All power is to be said of the almighty. Keep the write-up, up! Your friend in the pen/G.FIELDS

Joe Maverick May 29, 2011 at 11:39 AM The past is there, yet each day brings the chance of a new beginning, the test is in living in that belief (i believe.)

Delysia Hendricks May 29, 2011 at 5:34 AM Great analogy there, Sydney. What's done cannot be undone. Good poem, my friend. :)