Monday, March 11, 2019

Missing the Mark

I kept missing the mark
so I took a shot in the dark
my patience wore thin 
so I put an aim on his heart

long barrel with a scope of steel
like the hope and fear
like the Pope endeared
Suddenly...
I'm reduced to tears

I see my actions consequences
No need to elaborate 
I felt the pain for hours
and felt the soul of my mistake

For love and fear and flesh
their significance and depth
frozen at the recognition 
we are all approaching death

and to bring it prematurely 
that seeks the greatest sin
so when the act was finished
the devil surely grinned

I was alive in point
but fell and took a loss
and now my back is burdened
by a wooden splintered cross

this is the cross I carry
I've deemed it necessary 
to be laden with stone
and detest the world weary

just wait here a moment
for the hour of atonement
The rupture of the wicked
and the birth of a giant

now..

the stiff tear filled eyes
are taken by surprise 
when heros are remembered
and son's begin to rise


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