Life is Oxymoronic

Life is Oxymoronic

 

How do you deal with your circumstances in life? How do you make it all come together and make sense in what happens and why it happens to you, my friend?

What is it that tells you to stay, to move or to turn around and how does that space inside your head keep you so clear on where you want to go?

How do we live with terror and how do we tell our love apart? What is real and what is disappointment and how do we say we care but the disillusion drives the others away.

I feel so strong yet I can sense the frailness in my bones as I walked a thousand miles to see my loving parents who passed away when I was but a young man not yet grown but old enough to know better and become a better son.

How do I thank the Lord for the silence in my head and keep my heart so strong as I know the consequences of doing anything wrong.

I can honestly say, the years have been kind but the last few years have been most difficult for me as it watched from afar and see so many shed their tears. I think of the church as a temple of tears but can also see it as a temple of fears.

Life is tough yet I have softened up to the point where I cry so easy whenever I see a kindness committed or a fire ball in the sky. I’ve seen the lunar eclipse a time or three and the sky darken around me just before it brought the light.

Not strong enough to fight, not weak enough to take flight, I stand my ground and pray you will be around when it’s my turn to go to the earth.

For being with you has made me strong and although my life has been difficult at best, I know I am weak,

For although I feel fine when I am alone, my head once laid down on my pillow of comforts, for one, cannot sleep or rest………….. until I know you are around.