Poem: Present Realities

Looking at pictures of blissful days

Not knowing realities would be memories longing

A time when time wasn’t counted

And days floated by

The heart longs to find them

Searches for ways to recreate

Time now counted

Each minute ticks like a gong

Uncertain days trudge and drag their feet

What strength is left for hope

Is left for looking

We are told to keep marching

To keep praying

To keep thanking

A formula mixed time and time again

Yet the pictures keep reminding

Realities keep speaking

Time keeps ticking

Louder and louder it seems

Don’t the pictures fail truth?

Truth sits in today

Hope for tomorrow holds our bliss

Present realities are gifts

Aren’t they?

Molding us

Drawing us

Making our knees the preferred position

Bowed heads our default

When self has no where to go

But to the All Knowing

When eyes can’t see

The All Seeing stands guard

A new man is being created

One blissful pictures can’t see

When uncounted time meant self reigned

Step through the realities

Believing hope

Rejecting emotion

Surrender to unknown gifts

We need You

Put moving feet on our tired legs

Deaf ears on the sounds of time

Bright eyes to see beyond

Heart overflowing with strength and courage

Psalm 31