Every tomorrow has two handles. We can take hold of it with the handle of anxiety
Paddling through a trajectory into growth
Learning from the luscious or perhaps grim atmosphere of birth
Inevitable sordid echoes that leaves one distraught
Memories hiding barrels of laughter
An uninvited guest hands you a gift tightly sealed like an official letter and
calls it life.
calls it life.
Some waddle through
Bent over by the packages of maddening wreckages
Saddled by the ludicrous lunacy of troubles and challenges and problems, benign
and real, ransacking the daylights out of them
They come from all sides. Ghosts and monsters appearing and disappearing
Lashing out that they are in charge
Storms paralyzing dreams
Blatant snares debasing hopes
Sweeping in a little fear
Faith however says….. keep walking
Defiant of the deafening yells of impossibilities
Giving indifferent stares at the space of unknown
Accepting whimsical embraces of hope
Try trying again when strength seems to elude
gaining some, and generous enough to accept losing some
washing out blame, and faults
and not making trifling mistakes win
hanging on, making sure to keep on.
harnessing a little faith
a little fear relays what’s owned from what’s not
a little faith viciously declares the ability to
pull through.
be in touch with what’s out of touch in what’s real and unreal.
Forgetting the unforgettable
Living through the unliveable
Breaking through the unbreakable
Announcing an ounce of survival
to live, we need a little more faith and a little less fear
17th April 2011
No comments:
Post a Comment