Late summer storm fells the defoliated tree
Over the hill slope it rolls on to the stream
No branch survives the rough downslide free
Entering the stream like a dead log it swims.
Lying on the lap of stream flowing down the valley
It starts its long journey on the cascading waterway
Far from lost home it rolls, the bends it doesn't see
Ensemble of boulder and mud holds it at bank bay.
Later when flash flood erodes the embankment
In strong surge the log starts the journey again
Keeps pace with wild rush of the water current
Even if the final destination it can't ever ascertain.
Drag of the rough times uproots my forlorn life
Enshrouded by despair I turn into a dead wood
Afloat on the turbulent flow of the ordained strife
Drift unattached to unknown destination I should.
With a free mind I float on the time's eternal flow
On the move I don’t remember where I used to be
Only the soul knows my home where I shall go
Drifting like wood my memory has no memory.
August 9, 2018
Categories:
downslide, analogy, angst, life, memory,
Form: Acrostic
Heavenly Father in the sky,
Please help me to get by.
Help me while these times are rough.
Help me through them to become tough.
When I think on the negative past,
Help me the downslide to outlast.
I remember others harming me,
But then I forget how strong I can be.
When I get the tears in my eyes,
I know that You hear my cries.
God, please help me wise choices to make.
Help me find the right path to take.
Help me make decisions every day
That will lead me down the right way.
I have many things to decide.
The bridge I need to cross just seems too wide.
Lord, I'm not even sure what I am to do.
Help me find the right way to You.
Categories:
downslide, confusion, faith, life, me,
Form: Rhyme