Would someone please say if you think I'm just whining,
Are thoughts all just rubbish (and that got short shrift) ?
Do my dreams lack the relevance for which I'm pining,
Live carcass worth less than a rough box (state's gift) !
'Cause time's running out; Dad's one son, a "Lone Ranger, "
No bullet of silver reveals my good deeds
And my mask hides my face Lord from many a stranger,
But presence still felt? Is verse lost in the weeds?
Mine's fate of most men who live life with no children,
If genes are my value, I'm naked for sure,
But I dream that my lyrics might sweeten your cauldron,
And ailing souls find that my poems assure.
But Jesus, I'd guess, felt much worse in the garden,
Disciples too missed it, as if nothing changed
His whole life was a fountain delivering pardon,
His death bought new covenant! God's Grace exchanged!
Would someone please say, "Lord, we bow to your wisdom!
Are stunned by sin's price! Still, our pride is Christ's gift! "
Life is only in God; the grave pales next to freedom,
Those living in love? There's no cross we must lift!
Embracing my pain let me honor life's lessons,
This cauldron You stir to help me taste Your view,
And acknowledge all feeling, for pain only hastens
The purpose of living, reunion with You!
Long Tooth
October 1,2018
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem