The Reckoning

A reckoning, daring taunt bestowed my weariness, a covenant catering to the boundary, of self why I'd become more open to resolve, life's issues abundantly, as though life was simply, a passing fancy, cleverly orchestrated to be rehearsed, over and over again while I'd gravely, excepted a single faint hue, as a quaint challenge flowing as a beacon light edifying, a sheer witnessing, the pondering whims that gathered beyond, St. John Paul passages, of hidden messages, morbidly explored casually expressed, graphically in stone.