The Life Savior's Hand
It's not much of a race,
science trying to outpace miracle
miracle always being fleeter than the equation
the speed of light is simply quicker than the mind
god's heart burning brighter than the hottest crucible of time
the newest equations trying to connect beginning to end
theories about infinity -mixing concoctions for happiness
the middle child, called living, forges on... forgotten.
Man is stubborn, cursed with unbridled ego
believes in himself and not the common miracle
he'll swim his ego against whitecaps,
island to island
drifting further from the spirit
stroking hard to soothe the flesh
but in the froth when the heart goes under
when there is no land in sight
and the nibblers move in to take a bite
man will look up into the stars
pray hard and true like a child
reaching out for the life savior's hand.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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