This Mortal TruthA Poem by BLBrown
A look at what lies ahead.
though I know that’s where I’m headed, hoping for more.
I am bound both to physics and limitations,
I view my sorry state, a bad imitation.
God, will I really be forced into an abomination?
Inspired by others, I'll take e'er what life hands,
Make the most, and worry no more, where I land.
For I read of those many warriors lost on other shores,
I'm humbled to think of them, so strong to the core.
God, can you aid me in not walking a narcissist's floor?
And as well, I know not of what waits for me there,
where perhaps Angels line pathways, tall and fair.
Why must not knowing the "when," be like battle fatigue,
what's this I'm fighting for, and why must I act pleased?
God, why is it I am left bare, victim to such disease?
'Tis true, I'm in this for the long haul, fighting for my life,
For I've so much to lose, child of the Cosmos, mother and wife.
I don’t know if my sins, this mortal truth will sway,
to invite me to what is Heaven, paradise of warming rays.
God, won't you help me to see truth until death's reaping day?
© 2012 BLBrown
AboutHello, my name is Barbara. Writing is my calling in life. It took me awhile but I've finally answered. I will write anything, poetry, ditties, short stories, and am currently also working on a .. more..