Author: Goodness Robert
Date of Creation: 29th November 2024
The days go by like actors repeating the same scene, and every act is a mirror looking into another mirror.
One grows tired of memorizing faces
or forcing rhythms out of rushing footsteps.
Shadows of strangers floating in and out,
sounds of coins clinking,
the smell of burning flesh wafting through the air,
and blood racing through the dust – rinse and repeat.
If I had a denarius for every breath spent wishing I could walk away from this beautiful gate, it wouldn’t be enough to afford new legs.
I remain trapped by this doorway, leaping through my fantasies with these feet that never move but are swift to run into evil.
Why does this shadow demand I look at him?
Just a token will do, I cannot walk by sight.
But I lent a glance and my eyes were imprisoned.
I saw that he was truly a shadow
with no gold or silver to give,
just an outstretched hand and a name on his lips,
an invitation, from my dark corner to walk in the light.
Grabbing his hands by faith,
I squeezed through the slim chance of redemption.
And like an Evening primrose, I sprang to my feet,
feeling like the highest of men,
numbering my steps like a reborn child.
I leaped through the beautiful gate into the temple court,
and there I danced with steps my feet never knew.
The Lord makes all things beautiful in its time,
and this time, when this beautiful gate closes,
a window opens for me to walk away.
Finally, a new act, a new scene,
a fresh start to run with the righteous
and pursue the ever-moving finish line.
Sizzling Sunday: 1st December 2024
Sizzling Sunday 118
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