Of The Story

In these days of no king
everyone does what is
right in their own eyes.
God forbid anyone tell
anyone they’re wrong.
We’d rather be caught
dead than called moral.
In time we may find there
was a more reverent way
to live and love. But by
then it will be dark and
sleep will cover our sight.
Then comes the revision.
 

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4 Comments

  1. hisfirefly on January 27, 2014 at 2:14 pm

    yes, John
    a two edged sword
    pierces with your words

  2. Susan Irene Fox on January 27, 2014 at 4:32 pm

    No king, but still a King. There are none so blind as those who will not see. Another poem right on the mark, John. (BTW, did you receive the email I sent? Want to be sure…you did say to gently nag. 😉 )

  3. Jasona Brown on January 27, 2014 at 7:45 pm

    I read this to my husband in the kitchen over the clatter of kids getting breakfast, and we both said, “Wow.”

  4. pastordt on January 28, 2014 at 4:58 am

    I keep hoping, praying that the revision comes in time, before the sleep.

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