"The Fear of Failure"

In this life
the dream I fear,
left behind
hidden in time,
my past

fighting drunkenly
in a bar.
Too blind to see
the club
striking straight at me,

dying now.
Who and where am I,
the grave
engraved a hobo,
unknown

without a home
buried now.
Begging my Savor
forgiveness,
his mansion in the sky.

Why not you,
the hobo like me
to be free,
come bow your knee
and visit me,

drinking holy wine
with Angels
singing sweet songs,
life’s sorrows
forgiven in heaven.

A white dove
the spirit of God,
flying down
to the lost and lonely
like you,

there in his arms,
safely now.
A family holding hands
in forgiveness,
your fear of failure.