The Shard

The Shard                 10/18/2016

The world is made of glass

And our eyes

Are made of mirrors

Full of smoke

And full of tears. 

I have laughed at it all

And I have wallowed

In despair

But all of it is nothing

But dreams of a ghost.

Even awake

We cannot see

And even asleep

We forget. 

We break down

And fall to our knees

Exhausted, bloody

And splintered with shards.

Never knowing

Much less understanding

That all we had to do

Was ask. 

Running scared

And looking for cover

We pull up a blankets

And bury our face.  

Fed by a tube

And led by the nose

The sleep walking fools

Slavish and trusting.  

In all things pray

And lean not

On your own understanding

Because God will win

Even if, we lose.

Many come

With all of the world

Propped up and fed

Lie after lie.

But God will bless

He who relies

For every perfect word

Swift as a rapier

And deadly as a sword.