Lost XXXVIII


My soul in search to comprehend
The answers to questions rattling in my head
Reasons why my anger does ascend
Try as I might, confused instead
Promises made in all faith
The will willing but failing
All that’s left is the unknown state
These words now appear as wraith
Reaching, hoping and clutching
But still I wait
Days pass over bitter weeks
Carried off like rivers flow
Waiting for a clue but no one speaks
Yet I continue to wait for tomorrow
The sun will rise each day
Whether it snows or rains
Blessed be God’s gift
Praise for such not just on Sunday
In gratitude may it ease the pains
With hopes of spiritual uplift
A sorrows tale may consume
The hearts hardened core
Yet we yearn for happiness to dissolve its gloom
So it may like an eagle soar
With Heaven above
Or Hades below
Here we sit questioning which way to go
To live with compassion and love
Or embrace Satan’s fiery glow
In this, patience is a virtue
To dwell on past loves
When happiness carries forward
The release of two turtle doves
Those years have past now all but treasured
Faith should be cherished
Hope is always easy
Charity is a rescue
When faith has all but extinguished
Hope is now a luxury
Charity, well “to thine own self be true”
An empty heart burns within
Hate to love and love to hate
When connections lost with all akin
The truer friends will gravitate
When love of self is expressed
The inner strength is visible
As it draws out the loving
Behavior sets the tone obsessed
Speak the truth but be tactful
For words have a way of stinging

Ax