Tumbled

Tumbled 1/17/2014

Some blessings

Are not what they appear

And some of the greatest gifts

Are not treasures at all.

Experience makes us remember

And comfort makes us forget

About what it feels like to try

And come home

With empty hands.

It is easy to hate

And hold in contempt

Those we have seen fall

And wallow in despair. 

We think we are better

And we think we are immune

But all of this 

Can disappear in a moment

And leave us
With nothing left at all.

Sunny day friends

And situational ethics

Determine many decisions

And guide many hearts.

Here for one day

And gone the next

As indifferent as it is cruel

The fake smiles

And dismissive arrogance.

So who am I?

To be angry

And what is there to resent

Or regret. 

For I have had the glory

And I have had the grace

To learn how far

Even the mighty can fall

And still stand alone.

Yes I have been forgotten

And yes I have felt betrayal

Sold out for almost nothing

Mocked, trashed, and discarded. 

I know what it feels like

And I can see what it means

Because approval and rewards

Mean nothing

If insincere or unearned. 

Yes the world is corrupted

And yes sometimes

The liars win

But they are just dust

Like me and like you. 

They will never understand

And they will never know

Lost in themselves

And shallow pursuits. 

Comfortable and complacent

Bought off and paid for

As they compromise away

The one precious thing

That the good, can never lose.