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.
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.
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
