Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Land of Enchantment

We live in evident comfort,
The peace of the shelter
Illusioned contentment that blinds
As it smothers and numbs
To all sensation of life and love.

And yet allow the pitiful worries
Of Flesh and Blood to
Destroy our own bodies.
We feel the burn of pettiness
And tragic mediocrity,
But leave untouched
Princes and principalities
Who turn away from us;
We are no threat.
They roam about the high places
As we wallow in our crushing ease.

And we thank the Creator
That we feel no discomfort
As he shakes us by the shoulders
And screams, “Wake up!”


Fear Not the Darkness but What lies Within said...

Sheilagh Lee said very poignant and true.Excellent poem

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Mia said...

fantastic! great piece!


Brian Miller said...

wake up indeed...we need to...