True Life
I was dead, even when alive.
I lived, but lived for others,
Surrendering my soul,
I must have existed, but did I truly survive?
Denial? Busyness? Constant comparisons?
Are all good contenders,
(Do-goodness and perfection add)
In the throes of destruction.
But now I heal, trusting in God there are no human barriers.
However, this truth,
The hustle continues,
Life should be sweet?!
But instead, we struggle by struth!
Mindfulness may be the key,
Cocktails of alcohol and drugs?
Or constant distractions and selfies?
But Jesus trumps all, seek him, you'll see!
He is the life and resurrection,
He is our true peace,
Our hope and life,
And should always be our concentration.
Mar 22, 2025
Mar 22, 2025 at 6:55 PM UTC
True Life
I was dead, even when alive.
I lived, but lived for others,
Surrendering my soul,
I must have existed, but did I truly survive?
Denial? Busyness? Constant comparisons?
Are all good contenders,
(Do-goodness and perfection add)
In the throes of destruction.
But now I heal, trusting in God there are no human barriers.
However, this truth,
The hustle continues,
Life should be sweet?!
But instead, we struggle by struth!
Mindfulness may be the key,
Cocktails of alcohol and drugs?
Or constant distractions and selfies?
But Jesus trumps all, seek him, you'll see!
He is the life and resurrection,
He is our true peace,
Our hope and life,
And should always be our concentration.
Lent is the practice of sacrifice (going without) and remembrance. I am giving up chocolate this year and will try to write a poem in my new “Lent Collection” each day. Enjoy!
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