We want to do rightLent
It goes up in smoke
While we're
Looking for
A way out
Sand
Along the seashore
Warms our feet
Warmer still
We catch a reflection
Upside
Funnels down
We can fill it
Like a pickle jar
Keep it like an urn
Blame runs through
Our fingers like
Fine grain
We want to do right
Found a way out
Under the law
Wednesday's Ashes (was convenient)
Hardened foreheads
It's an exchange
A burden
We can't lift it
Skews our thinking
Waiting for the Government
Some clergyman
To rectify the wrongs
Comparing our self
With someone else..
Then all our rights..
Forget it-
It's never enough
So..
We can fill our pickle jar
Keep it like an urn
Use it as a springboard
Blame
Runs through our fingers
Like sand
But it all
Comes back to us
For in there
Is hope
Only hope
Builds up-
It won't go up in smoke-
Ja. 1: 25
But one who looks intently at the perfect law, the law of liberty...
This man will be blessed-
Faith is a
Substance
Of things hoped for,
The evidence
Of things not seen
Heb. 11:1
5 comments:
It does come back to us. What a liberating truth. We can make the difference.
Hey Regina,
Liked the photograph of the sheep. The poem is very interesting. Good imagery. Also, liked the scripture.
I really like the repeated verse:
"Blame runs through/Our fingers like/Fine grain"
The image is so visual and tactile!
Hi Regina, this is a neat poem. I can't pick fault with it, it runs along very nicely. And we sure don't want to accept the blame, it is so easy to think we can pass it on to someone else.
"Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen ... " It won't go up in smoke.
Thank you.
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BTW, our religion doesn't observe Ash Wednesday. You would have smiled at my reaction upon seeing the first person wearing ashes on her forehead.
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"It goes up in smoke while we're looking for a way out." So true. Love your photo too.
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