think of tomorrow - take it

o the lonely distances

between my speck of geography

in the vastness

madness of space separation

between myself,

all of us

each of us

and what is meant

for fallen man,

the restoration

liberation from his bequilement

to freedom by the truth

of what is truly divine,

not of what the other is

of what man is,

flesh and blood

corrupted spirit,

earthly soul

lost in self

take it . . .

going blind,

breathing slow

and shallow

dying breath

too tired to rest

to weary to stress,

much

after so many times

i just give up,

so many sufferings . . .

broken skin

bruises

headaches

torn promises

disappointments

missed appointments

empty stares

hostile glares

heavy tares

its just time

to just give in

going blind

losing skin

falling hair

failed within

just giving in

to giving up

take the lot

pack the truck

take it all

leave me here

take what's yours

suck it dry

tomorrow maybe

your turn to try

o the vast separation between love

and the cold flesh of lonely man

who at the end

of point of whip

and blade

he is forced to slave

to be

at the end of wanton road

that leads to pain and death

without the love of God

nor cry for it

lost in ignorance

by the running of centuries past

myriad religions

borne of invisible spirits

pagan manifold lies and fables

based from the mind

of the most corrupted being of all

ever seeking to swallow and imprison

and destroy

envelope the souls of mankind

man, without the truth of God

or love of him,

who reaches out in woo and beg

and mercy dear

to win the heart of every man

o the word is dear

and near

it is everyone's heritage

read it

ponder it

ask it's sender for insight to it

and live . . .

. . . to be

at the end of wanton road

that leads to pain and death

without the love of God

nor cry for it

reach out and cry for it

to bring into you and endure

that you may rest in peace

and enjoy eternal life

in grace

and live