September 2, 2007

When the mysteries of life and death appear and leave us lost,

When things occur that touch our souls and make us feel so tossed

Between the hopes of life secure and floating free at sea,

We find ourselves unsure at best,

And wishing things could be more in control, more clear in sight,

More filled with vision pure,

Desires that would make us feel

That what we need is sure.

A thing to hold, a dream come true,

A future carved in stone,

But faced with things beyond control,

We feel so all alone.

We soon discover that the things that

Promise solid truth

Are no more solid than a drink made

With gin and vermouth.

The alcohol goes to our head,

And blurs the things that are,

And with a headache later on,

Discover just how far

We strayed from God’s strong promise

To be there at our side,

While with our plan to do it all,

Is just a boast of pride.

To face the mysteries of life

Requires our release,

To lose control, to take God’s hand

And then, enjoy God’s …

                                       

                                Peace,
                                     Alex

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