The straw to bring a horrid fate
The last straw to be drawn
I always get the short one
It seems all hope is gone

The straw that broke the camel's back
The burdens are so great
It seems my weary struggling
Has no way to abate

Like a drowning woman
I grasp at straws that float
It seems that there's no liferaft
Let alone a boat

But as I reach for the flimsy reed
Of Faith on which to stand
Just as I'm about to sink
I'm holding a strong hand

The straw I thought so weak & frail
As it first appeared
Was the Hand of Jesus Christ

My Savior & my LORD


SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/21/2016

The velvet green forest ferns
tickle her slender pale ankles

The clock is sitting by the bed
I hear it ticking in my head
it's morning that I really dread
time to go and make the bread
have to keep the family fed
if I don't, then they'll be dead

Fireflies luminate in wake of a setting sun
Tiny beacons becoming a river of light
Riding the current into the dusk dreams
The delicate drink of the evening affairs

Night owls, inspired by the twilight
Screech a verse with midnight maddness
Acrobatic arms orchestrate sunset tunes
Big booms serenade noctournal beast

Dark now blooms with wild music
The New Moon offering her acoustic
Play on, play on, before they wake
The Sunset Symphony, until day break