Ultimately, Mother Nature kicks the tires - but the Savior is merciful and loving - a poem |
A pop star can script The most addictive and motivating chorus, A move up the charts hanging In direct response; Cashing in on a song’s Pleasurable beat… The lyrics cruising To their upbeat conclusion… The tune growls and spins A purposeful edge - An energetic snap toward Personal justice; A majestic tomorrow Of deepest love, Or deprecating sorrow From unexpected But easily-seen losing! The message is one Of pulse-pounding clarity, Grooving to the gem’s Positive attitude - A horrid regret From a lost romantic interest - Or a bluesy curse In the form of curtains - Bestowing a bestial, Dedicated minstrel to one’s pained existence… A hurtful, moderate, vexing etiquette; A sparring joust of eternal promise In humbling contrition Of the noblest act; But praise to the Highest Power, The Almighty Glory Of The Lord Up Above, Pursues the soul’s ultimate fulfillment: The baseball’s swift travel shall indeed Find the Gold Glove-winning defenseman’s mitt… And humanity shall blast A fully charged and expeditious home run Into the spirited atmosphere of the hitherto unknown… |