When you are blessed,
the world seems at ease,
and when you are not,
the stressors increase.
Wonderful life
when things are okay,
but a punch in the gut
begins slow decay.
Count all your blessings…
SHUT UP! You’re not me!
The neighbor you love
is blind and can’t see
how the pain is now growing
inward — and quick.
They offer a suggestion,
but the hurt makes you sick.
It robs all hope,
as the light leaves the room.
The fear casts its shadow
on the hope that’s consumed
by its menacing obscurity.
You fear death is so near.
This place is too much………….
The voice you now hear
is speaking the worst
in your badgered ear.
Grabbing your pills
and the lighter that crushes.
Filling the spoon
and the needle that rushes
the pleasure to the body.
At last……………..no more pain.
All it took was a few bucks
and a collapsing vein.
Floating on air…
… for a little while …
No thought of the fear,
just couch lock, and a smile.
Waking up to reality,
fear is right there, again.
It is your confidant.
It is your friend.
It sits by you, patiently.
It waits by your side.
You can’t run away —
it finds where you hide.
Running in the direction
of the way that dead-ends
is a constant reminder (to some)
of the wages of our sins.
There is an easiness that some find
in the arms of His Way,
and it’s not in the buildings
or the preachers some pay.
No, it’s right there inside of you.
His Spirit; the Paraclete.
The only true power
no one can defeat.
God made The Way
to trample the fear,
but we have to choose
to keep Him near.
The further we run
with fear and the blows,
the more the decay
and the helplessness grows.
So, what’s it gonna be:
the fear and your fall,
or will you willingly run
to the One who mends all?
There’s no other choice — here —
in this world that we live.
We either choose fear
or we choose to live
in the comforts of Christ;
“The way, truth and life”.
Is it comfortable there
in your personal strife?
Poetry of Ecclesiastes. Good one!!
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