Tho’ the righteous shed it oft too soon,
Their mortal tent is just cocoon
Which in life they toil to spin
To emerge forever free from sin;
The silken faith from which it’s framed
Will reveal the glory at which they aimed.
Changed in the twinkling of an eye,
A Voice will call them to the sky
And from heaven the cry will ring —
“Where, O death, is now your sting?”
I speak to you the language of my soul —
not from a piece, but the whole —
you will not hear it, you see your way —
so what is left for us to say?
Once, I gazed into your eyes
and saw a willing compromise …
that twinkling gleam, now turned stone,
crushes the heart and chills the bone.
Two became one, now becoming two —
Is this what you dreamed when you said, “I do?”
Predator at play —
Poor mouse! It was not your day.
Swift, sharp claws did slay!
Cooing, cradled, cuddled cheer —
Heaven’s helpless, hallowed here!
Inarticulate innocents incubating independence
Like love’s lamented loss
Dotingly dandled. Developing diamonds —
Rascals running, romping, raising ruckus!
Ebullient energy eventually evolving…effusing —
Naked nurslings now nascent nevermore.
My heart is filled with a noble theme;
from within mine eyes do gleam —
this day I am Supremely blessed.
Whatever life may throw my way,
it is with confidence that I say,
“This too shall pass; it is no test!”
For this I know and understand —
that my life rests within God’s hand —
and so I need not be distressed.
Imagine the thoughts of your mind
as a stream,
flowing ahead and trailing behind,
like a dream.
All those you pass by
must enter its wake —
say none remain dry,
just for argument’s sake.
Now waded through,
reflecting back from their shore,
would many or few
emerge changed by the chore?
The election year
always makes it clear
what it is we hold most dear.
In 2016, the plea of all men
— well, at least the Republican —
is to Make America Great Again!
Proceed then, O Nation,
engage every generation
— sans pause or hesitation —
to commence the debate:
How best to return to our previous state?
The days when our country truly was great!
In our present condition
Should hope lie with the politician?
Keep dreamin’ friends — yer wishin’!
Nay, let us no longer stumble and falter,
merely to halter
at that crumbling altar;
since from the past we can learn
that true blessings abound when for God we do yearn.
Instead, therefore, pray that all hearts to Him turn!