Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog: This...a But By the Grace of God Matter

Monday, September 28, 2015

Across This Avenue where blue commands night’s ebbing surge

The Edict of Spent Ages and Sages in Training merge

And those who recognize This grapple with the undertow

Of what Eons have proven yet so many do not know

Because truth is distorted by the wily ways of Want

Resulting in Unconsciousness of Hades lawless taunt

As Right and Wrong are twisted; life a godless game of chance

Our children and their children doomed by Present Ignorance

Across This sweep of purple-misted centuries-deep dust

Religion and Discipleship spar; law argues with trust

And lust is oft mistaken for love; Love misunderstood

As many shun The Hand encrusted with Redemption-blood

Choosing upon This Way of No Escape that loathsome lie

And so His Name is uttered in the context of a curse

Instead of Awed Awareness of the love of God for us

This neighborhood of human flesh is doomed; we till death’s dross

Man’s dust-to-dust appointments riddle earth where all is loss

Save This; the Promise of Inheritance we will receive

But oh, This Present Generation find no pleasure in

Choosing instead The Convoluted Labyrinth of Sod

And dances with a Serpent rather than the love of God

Omnipotent Authority; He rules Heaven and earth

Thus, all that we lay claim to on this Avenue of Laud

Is Rust Offspring and Temporal Lending to us from God

For naked we came to this world; naked we will desert

Where we would all be drunk with tears of fear, save for God’s grace

And this; A Present Ignorance pervading human race

Inspired by this poem with a multitude of breath-stealing phrases...

After I wrote This I wished I would have attempted the rhyme-scheme of the poem

that inspired it but words and rhythms seem to have a will of their own as well:)