(A Rhyming Piece on a New Release)
and you will get earth thrown in.
Aim at earth.
and you get neither."
(1898 - 1963)
Scrambling frantic towards nowhere -
Observations may deceive
Those unwilling to believe,
Lest we care enough to share.
Standing in the pouring rain,
Dreams descending down the drain -
Church bells sound an eerie knell,
Unknown truths no time can tell,
Lest our trials show them plain.
Ragged, frayed, a wedding dress,
Crumpled heap, a muddy mess -
Madness, like a mastiff, growls;
Mystery, unveiled, it prowls,
Lest we answer deep distress.
Rats a-running in one place,
Roaring as a stock-car race -
Crashing to the depths for more,
Rolling in the grimy gore,
Lest our lives reveal God's grace.
Will we claim contentment's call,
Thus rejecting know-it-all?
All it takes is all we are;
Still we leave the door ajar.
Thus, we waste the waterfall.
Blessings bountiful await,
When we loose our hold on fate.
Far beyond reality,
If we live before too late.
Meme Express (“Heaven”)
One Single Impression (“stairways” and "homecoming")
Saturday Wordrzzle Challenge #21 (“pouring rain,” “mastiff,” “church bells,’ “wedding dress” and “stock car races”)
Seek the Lord Sunday (“What has God taught you lately?”)
Simply Snickers (“claim,” “contentment” and “call”)
Slice of Life Sunday (“writer’s choice”)
Sunday Scribblings (“observations”)