Stagnant throughout the years,
Leaving nothing to chance.
Trudging through life unsurprised,
Life keep's us a hostage.
A prisoner of the saddest sort,
Unknowing even of the chains that bind.
Until one day something changes,
A biological switch clicks.
Scales fall from previously blinded eyes,
Truth finally freeing the ignorant prisoner.
An unforseen blooming that colours the world,
Opening the mind to possibilities that could be.
The Joshua tree in particular,
Dreary, regular and uninteresting.
Stuck in an unfaltering life,
Doomed to a lonely death.
But one day something happens,
Mundane, it will never be called again.
Flowers, bright red and plentiful,
Standing out against a backdrop of barrenness.
A routine of numbing indifference,
Suddenly disturbed by a blessing.
Life no longer doomed to an empty existence,
God's larger plan finally within sight and grasp.
Trudging on with unfeeling lack of will,
Barely registering the sudden gifts.
Till they mature and give way to beauty,
Uncontested and pure.
Life can never be the same,
Once circumstance whispers, 'Run with me.'
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 8:34 AM UTC
Stagnant throughout the years,
Leaving nothing to chance.
Trudging through life unsurprised,
Life keep's us a hostage.
A prisoner of the saddest sort,
Unknowing even of the chains that bind.
Until one day something changes,
A biological switch clicks.
Scales fall from previously blinded eyes,
Truth finally freeing the ignorant prisoner.
An unforseen blooming that colours the world,
Opening the mind to possibilities that could be.
The Joshua tree in particular,
Dreary, regular and uninteresting.
Stuck in an unfaltering life,
Doomed to a lonely death.
But one day something happens,
Mundane, it will never be called again.
Flowers, bright red and plentiful,
Standing out against a backdrop of barrenness.
A routine of numbing indifference,
Suddenly disturbed by a blessing.
Life no longer doomed to an empty existence,
God's larger plan finally within sight and grasp.
Trudging on with unfeeling lack of will,
Barely registering the sudden gifts.
Till they mature and give way to beauty,
Uncontested and pure.
Life can never be the same,
Once circumstance whispers, 'Run with me.'
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