When you unmask yourself to bask in the sun
And drink the flask of light with none to fight,
Then you’ll be free to be for the world to see
Against black backdrop what you are so far,
And you will be a shining star, none to mar,
With no lack of radiance or wrack of shame
Because you’ve melted into the better soul ~
It’s your very own to own as your very own ~
Here where have been sown seeds of eternity
In confraternity with the fervency of vitality,
You will persist even in the midst of turmoil
On the soil of earth while looking heavenward
To realms unknown along a path not shown,
Taken by the better part of a now-pure heart,
Never to be masked again or subject to vanity
And the insanity of empty pride in stride
With ways of fools in days of wandering,
Forever squandering precious life of glory
That was meant for the story of redemption
By the preemption of the court of the Lord
Look up at the moon and soon you will be enthralled by her beauty,
But then imagine dying as you’re lying on her bed of cold rock . . .
Gaze upon the awesome magnificence of the lion at a safe distance,
But then consider being mauled in your insistence to draw near . . .
Mountains are majestic but also so often dangerously undomestic;
Ah! What is beautiful can be so bountiful and so very inspirational,
But dangerous to the venturous, killing those willing to draw near
To what they hold dear in that same beauty that demands no duty
To die for what they can eye safely from afar, like a star in the sky;
Some beauty is mostly ghostly and simply cannot be held closely
But only admired in an almost lonely manner like what is holy . . .
Be wise in what your eyes see and the sudden rise in your heart
To claim some prize that was never meant to be possessed by you;
Admiration and appreciation does not demand your possession;
Be discerning and ever learning to calm the burning in your heart
Note: Originally penned on December 1, 2016, now being republished due to some renewed interest as well as for the enjoyment of new reader-followers. Blessings to one and all!
Now, you are more than tired and weary inside;
You can’t take life in stride or abide another day,
But you can’t stay where you are . . . not this way,
But you can’t seem to change your position either
And so your condition remains all the same
While life keeps burning you with its flame;
You feel broken and no token sympathy can help;
Lying down at night sometimes you feel like dying;
You need time to heal in peace, and quiet serenity;
Yes, without any pressure, you need time to heal
Time to heal . . .
Oh please, do not hide yourself;
Instead, enjoy this curious ride,
As you slide from side to side
And toss off your very pride!
Be the child again free and wild;
Forget the bad you’ve filed away
In your brain like so many stains!
. . .
No! Please do not hide yourself;
Instead, enjoy this playful ride!
Shall my shame be the game we’ll continue to play?
Will you, my loved ones, make display of my faults?
As one day passes into another, night after night
Will this same light shine on all of my inadequacies?
While I churn and burn inside to take a turn in life,
Will I have the chance to dance a brand new dance?
Or will I be stuck in mediocrity under sovereignty
Of another who has managed to achieve much more?
I say, ‘no!’ I will overcome with some help from One,
And the sun will shine brighter and lighter on me!
I’ll not be plowed under or cut asunder from success
Because of past failures but reach for what truly lasts!
My fate isn’t sealed and I’ll not take the bait of despair
But make the necessary repairs and move on forward!
My body feels like it is surging with electricity,
My lower back racked in continuing spasticity,
My tonicity confused by an inner complexity,
Could it be toxicity that so disturbs my felicity?
So very weary and yet too leery of physicians;
Yet such an awesome autumn day to blossom
In mind and spirit despite the bind of the body;
And shall I complain of pain? There is no gain;
Some whining words will only drive me insane
And nothing change within my physical range;
No, ice is nice on my back and lack of medicine
Is the sad position of many in my ill condition,
And so many in such situations far, far worse!
Oh, and age could account for this awful stage,
But how many more are older and yet bolder
Than I? And with this, shall I die and fly away?
No, no . . . This is not the day; here shall I stay
And make my way as best I can . . . thankfully!
Three kegs of weak beer or one bottle of fine wine?
You may choose and lose either way,
But what will you have won in the choice you’ve made?
Artificial flowers forever bloom in the gloom of death,
But only the living ones have life but this means strife:
Which will you purchase?
What is forever worthless or that with timely purpose?
You can look at neon lights mesmerized
But compromised in beauty plagiarized
From moon and stars in their soft, bright ‘n warm light;
You can watch nature scenes on your glowing screen,
Or you can take pleasure in an adventure
Into the treasure of the genuine . . . up close ‘n personal!
Sham pearls make a conveniently nice vice,
But they only cover the beauty to discover inside of you;
So what will you choose?
Whatever it is, there is always something to lose, but . . .
What will you have gained in the choice you’ve made?
Give voice now to reason and choose what is true . . .
Choose what is really you!