The leaning of ledges on true fate just fell
True tragedies surface, but take time to tell
And IF there is anything thriving in strife
If MUST be true life
Since dust clouds get thin like a wrinkle gets deep
I squint with impatience and scan the great heap
And not to conclude here, it's too thick to tell
But it LOOKS like hell
I ran through the cloud with my hopes draining dry
Through dust I saw devils and dreaded I'd die
Trees tilted, woods wilted; destruction had won
I wanted to run
Through tears I kept looking and calling in vain
A few friends showed up, so I had to explain
That all of the beauty we built to belong...
We built it all wrong
We circled and prayed with our eyes open wide
At last, we prayed true. We had nothing to hide.
The beauty we hid with the acts that we posed
At last were exposed
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Wow Andy! That is a truly beautiful poem... It kind of reminded me of some of my own personal experiences! Glad you updated this! I hope you guys are doing well! Praying for ya'll always! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks - I love your humble honest wisdom. It takes gut-honest time before the Lord to get to the truth.
ReplyDelete"That all of the beauty we built to belong...
We built it all wrong"
I'm scared this could be our future.
ReplyDeleteI'm scared that it's our present.
ReplyDeleteIt is definitely our present. It happens everyday
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