Ghosts in the closets
come out to haunt us.
They rear ugly heads, want to make us blue;
Mode of operation FEAR, jump out & say BOO!
Peace come upon me,
gift of love divine.
Word says drive on, I took up the cross;
Just not your problem, I covered the loss!
You mean I forget?
I mean you get up and walk!
Life deals us stories, reels enough for a film;
Make no difference where, color, race or pilgrim.
One step then another,
a space we journey by.
We just keep on trying, sometimes we laugh or cry;
Marching forward strong & weak until we die.
And what will come
of all the suffering;
Tsunami, hurricanes, tornados and comets;
Enough suffering to make one vomit!
Add to that religion,
politics and domestic strife;
Where a man loves another, the other beats his wife.
Children get molested, idealists get confused;
The poor are trampled on, the Holy are misused!
We live
on a beautiful ball,
it's true it's heaven sent;
So as you press on to do your best,
Please watch out...it's on fire in the basement!
-Joppa-