The Loose Thread
Every sweater has a loose thread;
shoe strings are easily broken;
many dress, like an unmade bed;
cruel words are often spoken.
Perfection has no discernible face;
tho often claimed by a fool;
most who lead; lead to disgrace;
becoming the devil’s tool.
We spend our lives; making excuses;
for all the bad things we do;
yet, we continue to make bad deduces;
pretending that we never knew.
Although I strive to always do my best;
my best, seldom ever gets done;
many are times; that I fail the test;
disappointing the holy One.
I’m a loose thread of life’s perfection;
my goodness was never sufficient;
I’ve simply stood by; in God’s rejection;
defaming the One, most omniscient.
We often recall our most noble deed;
of successes; we are most fond;
we fail more often; than we succeed;
perfection lies far beyond.
The Master has woven magnificence;
new life; beyond the dead;
meanwhile; I display my indifference;
I am God’s loose thread.
Monty 1.11.26. # 3,148