The Charade
To many; this life is an endless vacation;
a circus; a celebration; a parade;
this season of life can lead to stagnation;
we’re on stage to perform a charade.
This season isn’t at all; what it may seem;
and, season is all that this is;
we’re all encapsulated within this dream;
seeking validation and bliss.
Whatsoever happens; it’s all for a reason;
there is purpose for fingers and toes;
all life must endure its growing season;
and life is the bloom on the rose.
Growth always brings measures of pain;
such trauma can’t be avoided;
in spite of the promise of future gain;
by demons, pain is exploited.
This lower kingdom has a story to tell;
it’s about demonic confrontation;
a continuing battle, between heaven and hell;
resulting in mankind’s salvation.
Demonic thoughts created the war above;
out of perfection; evil must flow;
the serpent and man rejected God’s love;
all, banished to a kingdom, below.
In darkness; a crown of thorns was worn;
God’s Son; the ultimate price, paid;
it was for this day; the Son had been born;
for God’s love, was never a charade.
Monty 9/24/23. # 1,803