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How can I describe these events in my life?
Were I to tell you the roof is crashing in,
I feel that would fail to emphasize
that the floor started to come undone weeks ago.
Or if I were to say that my spider web foundation
is melting in the rising sun ascending over the horizon,
I fear that I would fail to share with you
the holes in the ground of my fragile life.
If I am merely ashes and dust,
then I feel as though what I have known
is crumbling away like an unearthed skeleton
and blowing away on the east winds.
And that would only lead to one conclusion -
the gospel that I have known is only illusion.

Comments

[jdwalt]

i think i would call this poem-- disillusioned. and to read it reminds me of the grace that disillusionment really is. thanks for puttting it out there normal.