Chasing the cloudburst of June ..
Vying arid , parched Summer determination ..
A blessing to walk flooded narrows , receiving the aroma of fertile soil ..

There once was a man
Who lived a "good" life
He worked through all trials
Temptation and strife

He lived very humbly
Never wished to be rich
Was good to his neighbours
Nothing bad passed his lips

He said, " God look at me!
I am worthy of praise!
I am without sin
But not by your grace...

For I am an atheist
And I don't need Christ
Humans provide
All their own good advice."

Then there was another
Who, quote, "lived for God"
But he looked upon sinners
as though they were odd...

He said, " God, I thank thee
That I'm not like them
For I walk uprightly
No, I do not sin...

And when I get to heaven
The praise shall be loud!
I'll walk right in
And I'll be so proud!"

Then there was a woman
Who'd give her last dime
That she could use drugs
And drink her sweet wine

But she cried, " Lord!
Please have mercy on me!
For I am so wretched!
So unworthy of thee!

I'm not all that clean
And I shout at folks
I drink and do drugs
And God help me, I smoke!

But, Lord, I am trying!
I want so much to change!
Please come into my heart
And my life rearrange..."

Then came the time
When all of them died
And the woman in heaven
Saw the men with such pride

In eternal torment
They cried out, "Lord!
We kept all your precepts
And sin we abhorred!

Why is that woman
Up there with you?
She so unfaithful
And she so untrue!

But Jesus said sadly,
"Yes, you were "good".
You had that advantage
Yet misunderstood.

I did not want works.
That's not what I bid.
You gave not your hearts,
But this woman DID.

I was always there knocking
But death cut like a knife
I gave you your chance...

YOU HAD YOUR WHOLE LIFE.


SoulSurvivor
(c) 6/14/2009

She was the cynosure of everyone's eyes at every party
She was the object of every man's desire
Women envied here
Men admired her
Her beauty was beyond belief
Surreal almost
Beautiful long locks
Deep blue eyes
Rosy red lips
Her voice was as sweet as honey
She was one of a kind
And yet she never could become anyone's story

I think you refuse me simply because I don’t give you any reasons to.
I told you I didn’t care about your past or about your afflictions
I told you that I would accept your flaws and show you love because of them.
I told you that I would respect you unlike anyone who you’ve known.

And yet now I’m the imperfectd counterpart of whom can’t receive love.

I guess I’m oxymoronic.
Because I’m so eager to accept the flaws of people who won’t accept mine.

In an instance this defeat.
the acid rain pours in victory.
No more sky of blue
or crimson of leaves.
Only bleak and sorrowful grey.
Your warmth is missing.
I seek it in every desolate room.
in every cold crowded Street
you are missing in the crowd.
All that is left  for me is silence.
Only the somber rain falls.
For too long I have been
resonant with the
green pastures.
The white topped
mountain peaks.
The joy of flowers.
But now
this defeat.
This endless rain.