Three of Five

Three of Five     5/10/2018

Useless, Worthless

And tossed in the trash

With a mouthful of blood

And covered with ash. 

Why do we lick our wounds?

Over and over again

Just because we can

And keep it always bleeding. 

Picking at a scab

That never seems to heal

Another badge of  mortality

And human frailty. 

I feel it all

As I look back in anger

Over my shoulder

Down and away. 

Balefully putting on my armor

Piece by piece

Dead level determined

Come what may. 

I was humbled

And I was rejected

Publically humiliated

Every chance they had. 

But now it is over

And now the cost is clear

Free from the bondage

Of guilt and regret. 

Staring down

Head up and straight

No longer afraid

Of what I cannot see. 

Let them all waste

And let them all die

Flailing in their emptiness

And blind to the end. 

Just like the three monkeys

Sitting in a row

Dumb, blind, deaf

Deadwood and down. 

Out of the woods

And out of the valley

Free form the shadows

Dark and deathly. 

Their time will come

Surely as I breathe

So now I laugh

Even before

I see or know. 

Thanking God

For plucking me out

And bringing me home

Where all is authentic

And all is real. 

To be there

At the foot of the throne

Eye ablaze

At judgment

Solid, swift, and sure.