Remiss Is the Fool
Sinister in their ways do they try and escape
declaring their guile as an object ornate
Trudging ever nearer toward revelation's delight
blinded are they in passion's height
Evoking freedom's curse a duo becomes one
where will they run when one has become none
Rife are the ways in which judgement falls on their short sight
leaving with it grace's dimly fostered light
Careening into oblivion they look on with no fear
Evanescent is the hope of those unwilling to hear
Sacrificial is the altar they've come before kneeling
reviling, despising, conniving, and stealing
Enamored with self pity the pain becomes clear
"forever by your side" they feign and jeer
Regard they give with a skip and a wink
to courtesy, civility, and care's missing link
Obdurately they succumb to no tyrannical rule
seeing God as a crutch and an Old Heavenly Fool
Marring their passion they confuse for a soul
they feast from the compassionate heart as though it were a bowl
Offal has spoken in character of their obsession
the pieces lay scattered, rotting with digression
Naivety is my home in which I pray for confession
oh Holy God, find in them a will broken at Your Son's Concession
Truly naive is my compassion in brokenness for those who look on with blind
eyes, and listen with deaf ears. God save us from the torment we invite and the
just rewards from the harvest of our lives.
Copyright © J Jonathan Johnson | Year Posted 2006
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