We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
This life befuddles oftentimes. You say what you think best, but when your words are met with limes, you wince at this new test. The right and wrong were clearly marked when I was just a pup, but Truth now moved or double-parked is questioned. Which way's up? All rights demanded, loudly spoke must have their time in the sun, but rights not given are no joke, tongues scream until they've won. "But God's Word says," "There is no god." "He made you by His Plan." "Oh, if He made, I'd then applaud. He's not. Just us. We're Man." So sure, these humans, now alive, have Knowledge, heights unknown. No pride of heart they'll e'er deprive, until their days be flown. The Word of God, a dusty weight on stacks of magazines. Should It be closed, until too late, No hearts in which it cleans? Now, here I sit, obedient, to myriad laws of Man. "Just stay at home, until you're lent, permission where to stand." "Just cover your nose, and cover your mouth, and speak with muffled air." It's harder to know what you're about. Blank eyes respond in a stare. "Just do what we are saying, now. 'Twas different in the past for we're your lords. Before us bow this day unto the last." They live by such unequal words. "Don't tell me what God says. We're not like you, such sheepish herds, obeying words of His." But when our health is "on the line," they speak with firmness rare. "Obey each word and you'll be fine. Infections, you must care." One wonders when all breath is gone, we face the Great White Throne, will the words of Man make God to yawn for His Laws stand Alone? What words are best when Day is done upon this earthly sod? Whose words will test the lout and nun before the One, Lone God? This life befuddles much these days, but speak we Truth anon for when our words are what God says, our Hope lives ever on. by Jay O'Toole on August 21st, 2020 |