Original image by JusTee The bits of the day lay waste to disaster-may the devils not hear us now. We tip the toe, and grimace at the leaf, as even autumn sparks a challenge. A change in direction for hoped protection, or least delay the inevitable… For no knowledge or effort can change a path, …
I found a shoelaceMissing a purpose-And a mouseWho didn’t respond to cheese-Thus explaining a clockWhose minutes have no need.
Light of day never faltersOr hangs in the balanceOf hatred or romanceBut what was…And the slip of the decayIs of consequenceNot of usBut what may.So to marchAnd live onLike the poetUntil it’s gone.
It’s not real But desired.
Make my day.
For being lostWho is to know?With so many forksWhere to go?And with every stepTiredness creepsBeyond the breathFaded heart beats.And the breakIn only thingsNot in forgivenessOr human beings.Just so tiredWith no way to sleepSo begs one more tearFor the Lord to keep.
Restoring harmony is not without waves...
I think love has purpose even if it’s pain. After all what else gives you so much to lose- with unbidden right to complain? Each year it’s recognized- a little more youth is lost And you add up the experience - while grimacing at the cost The bends of the mind only squeeze the heart… …
Where we’re going.. And you were gone-
The soil turns and dies As old finds new life Through worm’s work and time Or happiness and strife.