MOMENT

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MOMENT

The trueness of my moment, living hard this moments time, walking closer onto midnight, hand in hand the chill of time.

My head slumps in the dryness of the cruel and callous hand, knowing moments mine unfolding as our Lord, and I have planned.

The staleness of the moment has me wondering the plan, so I worry while I muster, on these grayest days "i am".

Worries have no warrant, while walking earthly strands; God sings amazing chorus, granting wisdom to me a man.

Encountering crashed courses, granting misery its rant, while I corner all those worries, and brand them with my stamp.

In wonder joined with heartache, coursing forward long been planned, now walking slow and steady, bewildered with the pace I've ran.

So I look up to the heavens with outstretched open hands, crying out for strength to conquer worries ranked command.

SHEA

The might of the word...is YOURS!

"POETRY SHELF"