Risk

         
Risk                                          3/9/2016

The puppet speaks

But has not soul

A cloth over a cudgel 

For someone else's

Hand.

The mouth moves

And the hands wave

Each one a head

Without a brain. 

We do what we must

And we do

What we are told

Nothing but implements

Rusty and dull.

We doubt and we worry

About what, we will do

And what, we will have

But never seem to understand

That life goes on. 

Now that I have lived

I can remember the feelings
Indulged with plenty

And living on nothing. 

I Learned more from suffering

Than I ever did when blessed

Straightened by the losses

And tempered by sacrifice. 

When I sleep

I fall backwards

Reliving in a new way

Each agonizing goodbye

And every painful heartbreak.

But when I wake up

Each day is new

As I pray for understanding

And divine redemption. 

We will survive

Until we don’t

God alone knowing

The hour and the day.

We will have no choice

So what is there to fear?

Only the fevered doubts

Of an evil worm. 

Crawling in every crack

And infecting our minds

Clouding our thinking

With parasitic disease. 

Life is beautiful

And it is here right now

So we ought

To make it meaningful

And wonderful.

Now is the day

To live bigger

Grasping at true authenticity

Even if it hurts

And even if you lose.

The greatest victory

Is hidden around the corner

But only for those who go forth

Into the great and risky

Unknown.