reflekt(ive)

From Blind to Wait

The archaic method of our time

and longevity of sensory

is gone.

Disappeared and forgotten.

To ever go back is a wonder

and why we left just to squander.

It’s MINE!  All Mine!  Like we’re two.

Our attention has become even more deficit

to a crave-filled desire.

Pointing the finger

even though we are the liar.

While we count it grace

hope has stopped stirring

we continue to sing,

on and on with the style of our lives

becoming more than we can see

Blind.

To overcome?

Wait.

Inspired by: Psalm 27:14