MOMENT

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MOMENT

The trueness of my moment, living hard this moment's 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 moment's 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; 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"