One thing I've learned That comes with age Is that pain is often accumulative It layers itself in bandages and chains Until motivation and inspiration Have all but disappeared into the night sky Where the memory of constellations And twinkling stars Has faded beyond the point of caring And even the habit of naming them for fun Has become a chore.
The boat - she sits below the water line With a list of repairs too long to reckon with And on the prow sits an empty logbook With browned and withered pages That turns desperately in search of orders When stormy winds seep through the cracks Of broken glass And brazen vespers mock the captains wheel That barely tilts off centre Save to rock in sync with the slaps of waves That beat her against the moorings of the dock.
It has often been asked That if one hand is strong And the other is withered Which one do you extend to God? There's a world of difference In the philosophies of life As to how to deal with the withered hand To conceal it or wave it about In a desperate plea for help At best - the pain is swiftly obliged by God Himself And at worst - it is soul killingly ignored till the end of time.
Not many people know That the first letter of the alphabet The affable capital letter A Is the graphic symbol for a bulls head And the universal icon of power and trade It represents a determined creature With a broad intimidating face And a set of stout, well anchored horns It defines a bull with an attitude With smoke billowing from its nostrils And a formidable rugged beam of shoulders That eagerly squares off against its enemy Atop iron hooves that dig ferociously into the earth From whence it launches a reprise.
One thing I've learned From God Is that one has to fight back with everything possible And that sometimes when we raise the withering hand Not as a wound - but as a red flag That it catches the glint in the eye Of the strong willed perseverance of Taurus And the Alpha bound creature raises its powerful head In recognition of the blood And it comes charging in a roaring rage To "push back" the darkness And to define a whole new set of boundaries And to usher in a new day of peace And prosperity That knows no limits And no age.
Fight back, fight back, Courage is the defining line, Push back, push back, Rise up with Me and dine.
I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the ending, saith the Lord, which is, and which was, and is to come, the Almighty.
Job 32:8,9 (KJV)
But there is a spirit in man: and the inspiration of the Almighty giveth them understanding. Great men are not always wise: neither do the aged understand judgement.