Photo by Kim Nelson, Tucson AZ
Formed
of
dissonance,
their lofty,
soft appearance
does deceive
For in the eyewall
past the core,
winds ~
fierce velocity
achieve
On occasion,
The well-grounded
get a sense
of the discord
But another’s forecast
cannot calm
storm brewing
untoward
downward spirals drive adjustment
forcing self to tighter space
view compresses, introverts
remarkably slowing pace
for clearer vision
Look into the river’s eye
It does not lie
See reflection, truth supplied
Can’t be denied
Accept it
Or decree your battle cry
You are responsible.
Don’t like what you see?
Change it.
How is it that I thought I could
Outdo God, the creator?
Who fathered Jesus, yes, it’s true
But Satan, too, the traitor
What gave me the idea
I could raise a family
Foster pure perfection
Overcome man’s destiny?
I AM but a child of God
Divine-in-Training, really
To think I could avoid the pain
The failure, loss, was silly
Keep it in perspective
Realize the goal
Each of us returns to God
Each a valued soul
Despite it all…
the sermon, the emotions
the story known to all
of newborn babe in manger
with livestock in a stall
the love this scene could conjure
good will and peace on earth
is all completely possible
if we embrace its worth
the agonies that men inflict
the suffering endured
would fall into perspective
would no longer be inured
And the light would shine…
Ecstasy.
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