Written by: Victor P.
“Finite Frail, Live Again”
Finite capacity for comprehension,
Our grasping at straws of knowledge.
Cast aside what shall not benefit.
Crawling upon the bones of progress,
The casualties were no price at all
In the mind of one bent on superiority;
Expedience has ruined many a life.
A finite mind, a mortal frame, a thirsting soul.
You hold a drop of water from the ocean
Behold your weakness laid bare for all to see
Mortality you love and hate,
Hoping for release in those late years,
Holding on to what is worthless.
Infirmity, a sign of your mortality
Sicknesses that make you so sick
Of all that you cannot control anymore;
More frequently now you weep.
The nearing death,
The labored breath,
The fading sight
Of a loving light.
What shall be our hope
When death arrives
And takes the treasured
From our helpless hands?
Are we missing points we should not miss?
Are we chasing that temporal fading bliss?
When our love is a dying fire and desire is dim,
We must cry out to God, readily come to Him.
The focus upon that which cannot satisfy
With years shall not pass but will intensify
Until we realize that only God is every heart’s desire
We will not be truly happy, life will be a dying fire.
Let go of these addictions vain,
Release your last loveless breaths
And let your pride shatter like frail bones.
Let the Spirit flow in your weak frame,
The blood shall cover whole,
The shame washed away,
The heart mended, life restored;
The gradual progression of new birth.