"Through The Death Of Truth"
A poem by: Joshua Garner
This yellow and blue book holds my thoughts
The mirror I reflect into, reminds my eyes of what others see of me
If seeing is believing, then why can't I have faith and believe in myself?
Do my opinions decide my decisions?
If I am alone, does that mean I am sad?
Or am I sad because I am alone?
Is this cup I drink filled?
Or is it a cup of pure air?
Is it fresh or stilled?
Alive or killed?
Compare an apple to a pear
A bear down to an easy bite; sour to ripe
An Adam to an Eve; an evil thing to a holy tree
All things in which a branch drops leaves
Acorns, pinecones; a sprout grows new seeds
Born of a woumb, raised by two
With Christ in my life, I am born anew
Twice but not removed
'Through The Death Of Truth'; I cross my roots in hopes to bloom
Spare my life without a spear to my side
I will never forget why Christ died
'Through The Death Of Truth'
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