Time does not come Tied-up In pretty ribbons Red and Blue, More evidently Purple – Green of a stubborn Bruise, An ebony night, or Sun bright raging Thirsty day When That is, the harrowing Cold is Out of season.
Prizes Are rare and never Given for participation, No, Those gains only come With blood, sweat, pain – Paid Perhaps by generations Who strive to keep Love, faith, effort alive; Tears, Prayers over many years Are not just present, The future Is also their target;
Entreating God His mercy, grace to Unleash That survivors remain Christ’s love to proclaim – Overcoming Overwhelming dangers, trials, Through the continual Outworking of individual salvation.
The faces we love Fade into phase states we wish Could still be ignored, But our aching hearts cannot Deny time passes, a storm. Every day we vow We will remain strong, no tears, But memory prods At us, pushing emotion Beyond reasonable limits. Believing we were Through strident protests, prayers, To stay the Lord’s hand; Knowing He controlled each death We thought God might longer spare. Cries, tears, squalls befall, We again wonder more than Is our given right, Why, oh why, go they forward Leave us wallowing, deep night?
How is one exact, But Also outside, in doubt? The mind is never A closed system, It knows those things, But It allows room for fault. Variables inject deviation From what seems inevitable, This present; what we, as humans Know Here is subject to unmaking. Change is a complete Norm, though norms, might Be terms to use most Sparingly, Because difference is Encountered in everything. Each creation of God – Is fashioned unique; All We see, know, are, have, Is individual, ours here To experience within The sampling being We Are and constant construct. When we awake, rise, We are like the day, beginning Anew, potential Envelopes Us in endless possibility, Loved, creative, free. Nothing is beyond our Capacity to learn, But Scattered uncertainty Grows wild as weeds in Gardens of delighted insight A misstep, an accident, Suddenly, We are gone – All we gathered, amassed, Lost as if, We never even happened.
We sketch our lives in Invisible ink on these walls Of air, earth, fire, flesh; We pass like roses, beauty, Only present a short while. Our hands busy, selves, Creating foundations for Futures never ours, Generations we offer Our best gifts, accomplishments. Now, we sing against Doubt, fear, insecurity – Fighting shadow blight Where the fruit will flourish, brave, In gardens of delight, saved From degradations, We erase with consistent Labor over years Paying in earnest, never Letting faith, hope, slip away. Love, our guiding light Though we fade in brightest glare, Almost completely Unknown, contributing hearts To lives, we wish to see free. Words cannot bring Every dream into being, But speaking, a tool, Purpose-built to encourage Change within lives reached, inspired. Plentiful, we, examples Scattered over time, what minds Mend, creating more sublime, Love, part an art, taught hands-on Driving history toward grace Still, counting every life, face, A precious gift to embrace, With confidence, each person Has meaning, purpose, reason, Position in time and space.