The Highway of Life
You must create, it's not for another,
your specious needs to delineate.
After decades, I, walking life's treacherous
highway with no God,
Thinking I was sufficient unto myself and
needed no spiritual prod!
My life had an empty, dark echo.
At times I felt dead, lying under rainy
sod.
Oh, how sorry I felt for myself!
This poet-clod!
The Bible, not for me!
I had poets, philosophers and novelists
aplenty.
To think I almost ended my days at
twenty?
Gives me more than shivers!
With my stomach pumped, an experience
you do not want.
So, find God as soon as you can!
The world is a dance macabre without
Him.
In a most colorful costume to draw you
away from Him and His Teachings.
Only He can bear your sorrows.
Not one of us knows what lies in
our tomorrows.
There is a place called Heaven!
And getting in, well, it's not
automatic.
Get off your knees and stop
worshipping the only the earth.
That may send you to a place,
of great misery and dearth.
"Do ask for His mercy and grace,
to find Him in a time of need!"
Hebrews 4:16
Stop being afraid of using His
name.
You may write fantastic poetry!
Ignoring His sacrifice, His Holy
Name, may bring you much
popularity.
And the price you pay?
Eternal pain and ignominy!
September 10, 2019
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2019
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