Sunday, October 4, 2009

The Consensus

Prophetic messages abound when you occupy my mind
Anger is pushed away as I here what is likely the cause:
Instead of pain, you inflict, and I, I dare to care.
Nearer you draw to oblivion... But there is escape.

As we walked, she shared the opinion-truth?- held by nearly everyone. It wasn't pretty, it was sad- sad because of what it meant for you and what it meant for me, likely. But I no longer care for myself. What have I to hold on to but a future beyond the mundane one offered for me on Earth? I desire only to do what I may. I can make it through all of this, not alone, but with Christ.

So tomorrow I try again. You shall not win.

1 comment:

Marvin the Martian said...

YOU will win out. It can't be any other way. ;-)

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