I came to faith at forty-eight,
a mid-life crisis within my mind,
step-by-step a staircase I climbed,
'til I keft my old life behind;
Off the fence I slithered down,
upon my brow,doubt bears no frown,
each question answered,verified,
no blind faith this,with no place to hide;
Reasoned,studied and empirical
a life-style relevant and optical,
by revelation,face to face,
I stand here still,saved by grace.
The proof of election,is mine
In Christ too,it can be thine.
Year Posted 2010
See circusy topic show start through an end
Flamboyances color by number with pen
Utensils swirl-shade as lead subjects decide
Outsparkle in arc-flash or well to subside
Resharpened perceptions concluding attend
Straight forwardly semblance curves back trope betide
Choice obvious reasons sound minded lines time
Due melioration emended pends then
Omega friends alpha preferences blend
Explosively visions seam clown shoes provide
SOME
Through the eye-of-eye
Have seen
Then, soon forget
Where they have been…
SOME
Pride their selves
For where they’ve been-
While others fear
Who’ve never stepped their unmarked-scene
All- reluctant
To time, all in its endless-chime
But, who will ever convince TIME?