Our faced paced society today holds many solutions to our needs - all highly personalised - some legal - some ...not so. All highly available ...on demand. But how much is enough? And where does one go when you've had enough? Community based support systems offer solutions ...but are they accessible at all when instant gratification is today's norm? Where to then...?
Is God in ...?
I drove off today in search of the
day I lost
Somewhere the night before
Fifty miles on I stop...
Fifty miles from my door
I carry too a passenger
who is eating me alive
Running from yourself
Sure isn't easy...
all I could do was drive
I get out by a picket fence
Reflecting lives lived once within
Little to say but
Front door open ...back door too
Spirits left cold therein
Cross after cross pock this town
outnumbered
only by stray dogs
Precious little life
in this park here either
Save the crumpled 'wino' logs
A preacher calls
"there's comfort here"!
Hard to believe by his grin
Everyone playing on
something special on
evil, guilt or sin.
How desperate am I
to tackle this state...?
I gotta lead with my chin
But before I enter...
I can't help but ask
"...is god (really) in?"
"In fact...
Why not take me to him now?
He must be aware of my state
I have some issues
That we must address
best handled face to face"
"I'll tell him true of my own view
that all the world's in pain
Bent, broken,
and disconnected and
bent in personal gain"
I ask the thoughts then
of a nearby woman
Just to get me back on track
She confides:
"fact is man ...I only come here
for the soup that's out the back"
As I join the queue
a guy demands
"First we need to know
where you're from...?"
"And look ...for a 'fair price' son
we can send some product along"
Then he says:
"trust in God
and you will never ever fear"
To this I reply:
"I feel your hype my friend
but if salvation's really near..."
"My maker must have a halo bright
Something I can aspire to...
I've been searching...
Yeh I've been searching...but
There's nought like that round here"
And to what avail?
I challenge myself...
To find someone who'll listen...?
Intervention must start with me
To free me from this prison
Cold stone arches
Hold little appeal
in taming an untamed head
And taking the easy road
is...'easy '
Time after time instead...
I slip into a strip bar
two doors up
to find a smile for the road
Didn't find a smile...no...
Not at all
But I sure enough dropped my load
Not much left of this goddam day
Dusk dim
the falling sun's rays
I ask a street kid
for directions
He manfully shows me the way
Forwarded from my Ipad - Grahame J Flynn
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