“Near Miss” [A-T pix #8]
“Near miss” indeed – that’s where I’m at –
The road ahead winds on, though flat;
Black fork’s not mine, its juncture’s past
With staff and camera – my task.That hill ahead, beyond the forks,
I pass by now – close call – it works,
For though the road black-outlined is
It’s not all bleak in land of biz.But CREAM – “Cash Rules”, as gang has said,
Along the road by which I’m led,
Around that bleak foreboding black
Christ’s plenitude in land of lack.“Christ rules” I came to see one time,
Not “Cash”, though it be tool sublime;
It’s ruled, it does not rule the world;
Bleak road heads off – new path’s unfurled.Ahead of me – well us, I’d say,
For pack-sack on my back’s to stay
In grub as we press on, my dear –
For better road leads out of here.There’s sun and moon with golden path
Across our future – makes me laugh,
For its across the three crosses’ hill,
All life beyond, and with us still.Hunched hoodie speaks of downcast soul;
My tools unused (though hands still hold),
Bent forward like with forward gale,
But not – midst pleasant hill and dale.I walk, I do not stand in place;
Decision’s passed, ahead God’s grace;
For “Christ Rules Everything About
Me” – inwardly I have no doubt.Lord, “feeling” is irrelevant
I see so clearly – though I’m bent
Into internal winds of war,
The road ahead – there’s so much more –“We made it past that deadly fork
In road – ahead’s a load of work;
But that’s okay – what money’s for –
Green, purple, cream – red’s come before.Thanks Lord for this.
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