A short poem about faith, life, and my reason for being here. |
-Why Go Home- by Keaton Foster No place to go No soul to be known Why go home A question at times asked An answer not required There is not one that I Could ever be comfortable with I have always had the will To justify why I am me Each day that I manage to live I’d like to think that I do exactly that Justification has always been the anchor To every weight that I’m carrying To many I’m sure that I Appear concerned least of all Only God above truly understands He has reserved his judgment I will never beg him for forgiveness I will never kneel down for mercy I will only stand as I always have Fighting this life on my own terms I will let every stone fall where it must If need be I will pick some of them up And others I will bury deeper still I will do whatever it takes Like Jesus Christ upon the cross He knew that death was the answer A mechanism of his freedom With regard to his terrible plight He was well aware of his role He knew that nothing could be changed I am only comparing myself In relation to our similar doom Not any shared or implied significance If I am a grain of sand In the hour glass of all human existence Then he would be the every star In our observable universe Why go home There is nothing there for me There never has been I will remain here doing as I must Until I can no longer do What has become more a part of me Than anything else could ever be… Why Go Home Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013 |