Season Of Salvation

The greatest poem that I’ve ever written;
was only penned in my mind;
perhaps its expressions are, now forbidden;
and its memory, left behind.

Perfection; a plateau beyond man’s reach;
tragedy and sorrow; more his style;
to the Lord of All; I most humbly beseach:
Lord, help me escape sorrow’s smile.

The ink of my writing; is the blood of my soul;
for which, there can be no transfusion;
I’m only the fool; born, to play this role;
my mind; a quagmire of confusion.

Thoughts are God’s whispers; gentle breezes;
targeted for the mind’s attention;
those thoughts; most important; erased by sneezes;
perfection escapes man’s retention.

Reality is carried in the soft Summer breezes;
God’s love; displayed in every dawn;
nighttime exists; portraying Winter’s freezes;
requiring His courage to carry on.

Autumn is the season of solemn reflection;
gathering up the leaves of Fall;
wisdom learned; scorns love’s rejection;
as we hear the Master’s call.

Death is the threshold for a coming new dawn;
Spring opens our eyes to a brand new creation;
life, defeats death, and commands we move on;
for, the Lord of All, promised us salvation.

The greatest poem that I’ve ever written;
was only penned in my mind;
Evil; vanquished; his presence, forbidden;
and his demons were left behind.

Monty 10/4/23. # 1,813