Sometimes Sisyphus may be envied amain
by long lean spell sufferers, no less.
Because at least he could time and again
enjoy his euphoria near success.
A horseman pauses on the mesa’s rim
Like a shadow against the crimson skies.
Across a gloaming valley, he espies
A lone light where the purple sage grows dim.
The land is lovely, obscure, and serene,
As the stars wink on and begin to gleam.
The rider sighs as his horse heaves its chest.
They must move along on their lonely quest.
Turning his horse slowly, he rides out straight,
For they must make haste as the hour is late.
They gallop away in the chill night air,
Hoof beats fast fading like dusk’s failing fire.
Down the dimming trail they ride on amain,
Between what lies ahead and what remains,
For there are miles to go into the night
And there are miles to go to reach the light.
A caitiff born in heaven tried amain
To buy the chance to be
Reborn, instead of overslaughed and slain
For what he pined to see.
The stinging nettle growing on the tor
Necked out to watch this foe
And, in its envy, craved for more
Sharp hairs than it could grow.
The golden fruit was more than man could scorn,
And thus he climbed the tree
Whence hands of plunder stole the bounty borne
By every breathing bee.
Alas, these outcast creatures seemed to think
That there was still some chance
For grace to call them from the lurid brink
Of shame, where Furies dance.
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Words often used to chide a child
Grew deep within his soul
Where, as their taste was never mild,
They took a hefty toll.
They never meant or mattered much
To those who caused him pain,
Yet, full of scorn, they swiftly touched
And made him grieve in vain.
From those few words grew up in him
Misgivings harsh and great
Which filled his life’s cup to the brim
And made him weep with hate.
Throughout his youth and later days
He tried to break the curse
Which cast him into its dark maze
And claimed his universe.
Now old, he may perceive at last
The irony of fate,
Though many tests he had to pass
His heart to liberate.
What might seem harmless at first sight
Can cause a heavy scar
Which throws the soul into the night
And makes it stray afar.
Once time has passed, there’s no return
To childhood’s fleeting days;
Let every soul amain discern
The coarseness of its ways.
Oh how the signs ever so increasingly abound
So many are lost and so few are found
Every day comes with a brand new example
Just look around you as the proof’s are ample
Yet faster we go acting like we just don’t know
Tearing down God’s Word and then calling it absurd
So soon you it shall reach not really practicing what you preach
So easy to be found this devastation is amain and so abound
Stop at the Light and yield to the Way
You need to do right you need to pray
Faster and faster these things shall continue to happen
As satan is now master of so many woman and men
What will come tomorrow is in the path you shall take
know ye not of sorrow for the good Lord’s sake
Look for the narrow path the one that is so rarely taken
For the rest shall face His wrath for He they have forsaken
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