Forever Now
6 a.m.
I sit in the serenity and warmth
Of my living room.
My coffee
Hot
In a souvenir cup
Brought to me by the
Oldest of my brothers
From a country far from
Home.
Denim pants torn
At the knees.
Toes snuggled
Into a pair of
Maroon colored slippers,
Matching my long sleeve shirt
Too,
Resembling something from
The imagination of Dr. Suess.
Kings Kaleidoscope feeds through
The wires of earphones
Into my ears.
Through
The pink, metal rims
Of my glasses
My eyes follow along
The print of black words
On white paper,
Bounded together by
Careful seams of the book.
Words of eloquence,
Wisdom,
Power,
And love,
My devotional,
My Bible,
The instruction book
For my life
And His love letter
To the rest of humanity.
My mind wanders
Through past weeks.
Regretful,
Remorseful choices
Are first to break.
What could,
Should
I have done
To alter my
Upshot,
Though it was inevitable.
None more.
I'm beating
The horse that is already
Dead now.
Dug my grave,
Then soon lay in it.
But
With confidence and grace,
You let me rise
as Lazarus.
The solace my soul
Has craved for so long,
Has been embedded
In my heart
Now.
For I am washed,
Whiter than snow.
You wrote my name
In Your book of life.
👁 3💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.