Maimed

Claim maim rearrange route

Loud lift lame lord angel kick

Ripped sick murder self more

Sake label if staple seeping

Slick town able realize meek

Meal semblance ignorance did

Sweep mange ailing rowdy

Reeking rift lacking weep make

Tend sleep rend leak wanton.

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