Sunday, March 18, 2018

The day

Wake up, wake up!  It’s artful day
knocking on your window pane
ready to lay claim to soul
and twist the truth into a lie.

So warm it feels and comfortable
like a much loved cashmere sweater
and we step into the day seemingly well-armed
and yet unprepared for what may befall.

For those who carry night into day
the lies stab the heart with ferocious intent
and sadness sinks down deep, deep, inside
when knowing that soul has no part to play.

So be it; it’s just a gigantic stage play
that keeps both audience and participants
totally wrapped up and enthralled
with the trivial and insignificant.

I watch from the side lines; sometimes I do,
and sometimes distance myself totally
but how hard it is to clap and cheer
those, oh, so many little things.

What purpose life if the meaningful lost
in the total onslaught of those little things
that causes the soul to disappear
and be as if it was not?

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