Slowly I turn struggling to breath
Trying to stay relevant
Time has been generous but I have not
I have drifted toward isolation
Hope is a distant companion
It took love with it
I used to trust so fluently
It was freely given but the flow back was strained
So focused on my temple
A name befitting its worship
That I ignored anything that did not progress admiration
Fixated on the shell contaminating the yolk within
Devoted time to the body and none to the soul
Artificial contentment..........
© 2014
Connie
of the game, but who know we must play like champions in the final
quarter, know the game is not lost until or unless we give up.
Very powerful words, Kim,
But...it seems like you and I agree, Jesus gave us victory! So why don't we all join the winner's circle before this life finally ends. Final victory awaits us all. Amen...
John Michael Domino