A poem about the right side of life and death, where we are and where we are going. |
-Slipping The Hand- by Keaton Foster Do right Be right Walk straight Follow the path Never turn back Make your way Life awaits A livable feast of time I know that you are starving Consume all that you can But be assured My gluttonous friend In a matter of time A factual byproduct of life Will sneak up And strike you down The grave Will become home No longer your skin and bones You must face your doom With courage Full of spite The powers that be Always watching Judging Pointing down Feel their wrath Or refuse it outright The choice is yours It must always be A human condition Without interruption Devoid of interference The soul you call home Is, and will always be yours Slipping the hand Making your plan Except fate or deny it Embrace faith or refuse it All that is and could be Matters none Under the same sun We live Nothing more Everything less With a flash of light What comes next Exist within that finite Second between life and death In that space In that place All that you have done All that you have failed to do Will be exposed A never ending picture Will ring true For eternity you will See it with absolute clarity… Slipping The Hand Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |