TO HOLD AND TO OWN

   Life in frantic motion
   the daily round takes its toll    
   the mind ***** in the dirt
   that but pollutes the heart –the same story retold
   of man’s restlessness and craving
    to hold and own
    but grasps only the wind and dust
    he steps back and weeps alone
    
     this malaise—this sickening of the soul
     is the summary of  his diminishment
      he chooses to hold and own
      that which leads to his destruction and punishment

      for
      what’s the worth of a person
      a life
       that falls into the quagmire of self-dissolution?

       but
        there is redemption
        there always is if the sufferer
         is willing to let go the old—choose a new direction

         end
         the motion that threatens his claim
         to exist and take over his will
          then he will still retain a name

           desire,  the darkness within-
           the shameless desire---the hemlock
            that man drinks daily to oblivion
          in larger and larger does around the clock


          the day is insipid, the same humdrum
          life is a field barren and forlorn
          resurrection belongs only
          to those who choose to be reborn

         by surrendering the murky past
         that has clouded him for so long
          released from the pain and burden
          that has plagued him—he is the new man then-brave and strong.