You know?
In these days of uncertainty
A stay
Of execution may
Or may not
Be on the menu
Then you
May
Or may not
Bemoan
Or groan
At the injustice
Of it
Continue or quit
An acquittal
Means little
When the Devil
Plays his fiddle
While your family
Drags you through
The cemetery
To view your own
Headstone
Isn't it pretty
They already had
It ready
Just in case
You know?
Zig ©'20'
Friday, March 27, 2020
Thursday, March 5, 2020
I said goodbye to you
Many moons ago
One of the hardest things
I have ever had to do
Was to say no
To you
Was the right thing to do
At the time
If I could go back
In time
I would not change my mind
But I would let me know
That I would cry
When I found
That you died
Because real love
Does not really
Ever let you go
Many moons ago
One of the hardest things
I have ever had to do
Was to say no
To you
Was the right thing to do
At the time
If I could go back
In time
I would not change my mind
But I would let me know
That I would cry
When I found
That you died
Because real love
Does not really
Ever let you go
Tuesday, March 3, 2020
On Wings
Fly me to places
With wicked trees
Screams on the breeze
More please
More please
And more
Please
Fly me to places
With wicked streams
Flowing into blood red seas
More please
More please
And more
Please
Fly me to places
With wicked dreams
Filled with scream filled
Blood red seas
More please
More please
And more
Please
Fly me to these places
Tasting of dispair
And misery
Only
To deliver me
To deliver me
And
To deliver me
Peace
More peace
More peace
And
More peace
Fly me to wicked places
On wings
To deliver me
To your peace Lord
To remind me
Upon waking
The gift of taking
Yet another
Breath
Zig©"20"
Sunday, March 1, 2020
Why try
When it would be
So much easier
To walk out
Into the desert
And lay down
In the sun
To die
Body left to dry
No more pain
No more eyes
Averted in disgust
No more walking death
Nothing left but
A rag wrapped wreck
Why try
Why take
One more breath
One more step
What if
It doesn't work
Try to give up
And die
But God won't
Allow you to
Bow out
And die in the sun
Lie in the dirt
What if
It doesn't work
Like it didn't work
Last time
Why try
Because there is beauty
In life
Magic in each and every breath
Some day maybe
He'll let me rest
But for today
I choose life
Zig©'20'
There were times when the pain was so great that I would scream at God to allow me to die, that I would accuse Christ of having it easy because he only had to suffer for three days before he got to die...I no longer feel envy for the shortness of his plight, no longer scream at God in anger frustration rage and pain. Having been delivered from that walking death, no longer a starving rag wrapped wreck, I have nothing but compassion for Christ's suffering, and gratitude for each and every breath. Thank you God for another day, thank you God for not allowing me to die that way!
When it would be
So much easier
To walk out
Into the desert
And lay down
In the sun
To die
Body left to dry
No more pain
No more eyes
Averted in disgust
No more walking death
Nothing left but
A rag wrapped wreck
Why try
Why take
One more breath
One more step
What if
It doesn't work
Try to give up
And die
But God won't
Allow you to
Bow out
And die in the sun
Lie in the dirt
What if
It doesn't work
Like it didn't work
Last time
Why try
Because there is beauty
In life
Magic in each and every breath
Some day maybe
He'll let me rest
But for today
I choose life
Zig©'20'
There were times when the pain was so great that I would scream at God to allow me to die, that I would accuse Christ of having it easy because he only had to suffer for three days before he got to die...I no longer feel envy for the shortness of his plight, no longer scream at God in anger frustration rage and pain. Having been delivered from that walking death, no longer a starving rag wrapped wreck, I have nothing but compassion for Christ's suffering, and gratitude for each and every breath. Thank you God for another day, thank you God for not allowing me to die that way!
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