Ocean Of Reckoning
I’m swimming in an ocean of yesterday;
today exists as a part of its residue;
yesterday has turned into a new today;
and reality has, again, become new.
Tomorrow is on the horizon, beckoning;
memories; just driftwood, floating;
I live in a season of personal reckoning;
as the past keeps on exploding.
I can no longer live my life in the past;
memories keep dragging me down;
if turbulant waters are destined to last;
surely my soul shall drown.
Sometimes, it seems, I’m treading water;
past guilt has filled each lung;
feeling I’ve disgraced my own father;
for what my life has become.
Memories are waves of troubled waters;
leaving me gasping for air;
refuge is found, in the faith of our fathers;
peace and love are there.
I continue to swim; while looking above;
my life seems to have little meaning;
my true future lies in the kingdom of love;
reckoning; a nightmare; I’m dreaming;
Tomorrow is on the horizon, beckoning
only by faith; can life become new;
I’m entrapped in my life of reckoning;
and so, my dear child, are you.
Monty 2/18/24. # 2,009