Grace

A life once recklessly driven and tossed asunder
Broken into nothing but jagged pieces of pain
Grace stepped in to clear the debris

As the storm of the century destroyed this feeble, fragile ship
Leaving the paper thin sails ripped and tattered, lifeless in the chaos
Grace supplied a heart shaped umbrella

Narrowly escaping the shackles of the valley of death
Only to turn the corner and face the ghosts of the past
Grace spreads its wings of gold and silver to quietly lead the way

A restoration of the condemned
A gift undeserved
A pardon among thieves

The blueprint for love
The environment of peace
The road map to humility

Grace

Obscurity

We wrestle with obscurity
A matter of what matters
In an endless ocean of existence

Will our best thoughts evaporate
Our strongest words discarded
Greatest works forgotten
If ever

Will our very existence be something of substance
or simply become significantly insignificant
While some feverishly toil and others falter
We all struggle to create finite moments
Drowning in an infinity of infinities

Spoon

As some walk on a guided path
Others simply slip and tumble
Though fight as they may
Nothing breaks the fall

At times the free fall slows
Only but to give way
Another cliff
Another crack
Another false floor disguising the abyss

While some are born destined to soar
Others are aborted to struggle
Left to sift through the remnants
Of the crumbs fallen from a silver spoon

Hounds

The howls are recklessly closing in,
Once barely a sound, a hint of nothing,
Now viciously, their icy breath chills my bones.

Such a naive thought of being immortal,
No matter what decoys or diversions we pretend to spring,
Those bastard hounds always find the trail.

Such blood thirsty, cold blooded killers,
Driven through the abyss of forever,
feeding on every pitifully helpless soul that falls into their path.

We run aimlessly, hide carelessly,
But these cunning predators never stop,
Such a simple vapor on which they follow and selfishly dine.

The howls, near deafening,
Once a mortally tipped scale now becomes eternally balanced,
Does it matter now which ladder rung you futilely stand on?

A single common thread we all fatefully share,
In the end, we are all reduced to nothingness,
By the wolves just outside our door.