Fresh as newly cut ice motions slowly creep into the cold
crystal clarity can see prints hold a negative pulse to develop
it's like the wheat and the darnel the darnel mimics the wheat
and almost identical until it ripens for the harvest
The wheat bows down and the darnel becomes exposed
easy to gather out of the frying pan into the fire
we with God can see the weeds amongst us
words of a doctor of the church St Agustine
an unjust law is no law at all
Many can see how rotten the fruit of this earth has become
spears carried on false tongues lashing at everything good
promoting war removing the freedom of speech and debate
Woe to you who crushes us with your coils
silence praying for wisdom we internally examine ourselves
Sharpening the arrows to sweetly hit their mark
The Love of the Cross will never be conquered or defeated
arise Oh Lord and let Your enemies be scattered
and let those that hate You flee before Your Holy Face
I think I finally know something
I had what seemed to last
One false move and it was in the past
I hoped for its thrill
But believed in it. But now belief burns
Off with the descent of the hill
Which is life
Starting to see some changes in everything
At the time it was the only thing that mattered
Then everything shattered
But I move on slowly repairing, recovering changing developing
Day in day out week after week
With each passing year I mature
But I’m also not so sure
If in this something is not right
If I went out of the frying pan into the fire
Or if my life is soaring higher
Was I right?
Or have I plunged myself into a terrible plight
Those memories are corrosive and are burdening me like a sack of weights
I am chary to remember them but there is no escape
Regardless I try, futilely I attempt, to forget
But maybe that’s not the way its supposed to be
Maybe im meant to cherish those moments lost in time
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