July 15, 2011

• Silver Flowers

   

  Roses are red

  Violets ain’t

  Maybe they’re covered

  In silver paint

  Stealing the lining

  Of my cloud

  Cloaking all

  In a mysterious cloud

  Comprehending nothing

  I understand all

  Trying to piece together

  Humpty Dumpty’s great fall

  Waiting for my pegasus

  Wanting to rise

  Spread my wings

  And take to the skies

  But until that day

  I’m stuck here below

  Chained to a sinking ship

  Passed rock bottom long ago

  But I won’t let this

  Rain on my parade

  With my bright tinted glasses

  I see through Life’s charade

  Though fiery darts

  At me are hurled

  Still my banner

  Of victory’s unfurled

  I’ve battled my share of dragons

  I’m well aware not all have fell

  But many of those demons

  I’ve sent straight back to Hell

  Yet not through my own power

  But through the power of His might

  Helping me press on

  Until the end of night

  So even if, at times, my cloud

  Seem silver-lining-less;

  I can’t solve the mystery;

  Or see through the smoke and mist;

  I remember that my trust’s in Him

  Who holds all strengths and powers

  And every now and then I’ll stop

  To smell those red and silver flowers

   

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