Encounter

Crushing arms of death

Come down from the sky.

 

I ask, I plead again,

The tried old question, “Why?”

 

Fearing worse than death,

I run as fast as I can.

 

Nothing left but now.

No time to prove a man.

 

What is worth it?

Life is such a chance.

 

To commit or to be free,

A question of romance.

 

A decision must be made,

At least according to the rest.

 

To measure up to snuff,

To pass their crazy test.

 

 

Nothing Anymore

I came close,

Or at least I thought.

 

I prayed.

I read the Bible.

 

I went to church.

I worshipped “Someone”

 

Whom I believed to be God.

I “fellowshipped” with other believers,

 

Or I tried, anyway.

I read devotional books,

 

Yearning to improve

My spiritual relationships.

 

Over the years, it happened,

Slipping through my fingers,

 

I lost touch, I lost Him,

Then, nothing.

 

 

Carry on Tuesday #109